She wanted above all things to tell him exactly how she did; to hear all about himself, and compare notes on the happenings of these three interminable days; and to take up their close comradeship again, exactly where it had left off.

Her hand went home to his with that firm completeness of clasp, which always made a hand shake with Jane such a satisfactory and really friendly thing.
"Very fit, thank you, Dal," she answered.

"At least I am every moment improving in health and spirits, now I have arrived here at last." Garth stood his racket against the arm of her chair and deposited himself full length on the grass beside her, leaning on his elbow.
"Was anything wrong with London ?" he asked, rather low, not looking up at her, but at the smart brown shoe, planted firmly on the grass so near his hand.

"Nothing was wrong with London," replied Jane frankly; "it was hot and dusty of course, but delightful as usual.

Something was wrong with ME; and you will be ashamed of me, Dal, if I confess what it was." Garth did not look up, but assiduously picked little blades of grass and laid them in a pattern on Jane's shoe.