Clara, a little way off, was looking at the cowslips disconsolately.

Paul and Miriam stayed close together, talking in subdued tones.

He kneeled on one knee, quickly gathering the best blossoms, moving from tuft to tuft restlessly, talking softly all the time.

Miriam plucked the flowers lovingly, lingering over them.

He always seemed to her too quick and almost scientific.