The little door stood wide open.
"This is where we live," said Angela; and she stopped and laid her hand upon the little garden-gate.
"It 's very fair," said Bernard.

"I think it 's better than the pastry-cook's at Baden." They stood there, and she looked over the gate at the geraniums.

She did not ask him to come in; but, on the other hand, keeping the gate closed, she made no movement to leave him.

The Casino was now quite out of sight, and the whole place was perfectly still.

Suddenly, turning her eyes upon Bernard with a certain strange inconsequence-- "I have not seen you here before," she observed.
He gave a little laugh.
"I suppose it 's because I only arrived this morning.