The sun was hot on the terrace and flower-beds, but the vases were to be replenished.
Dinah had returned and brought her a cup of tea before she had finished.

"I should not be surprised if they all had tea at the vicarage," she observed, and Elizabeth assented.
But a little later, as she stood on the terrace with a few sprays of lilac in her hand, which she meant to carry off to her own room, she heard Cedric's laugh distinctly from the drive.

Her cheeks burned suddenly and a curious revulsion came over her.

She had not expected them back so soon: she was not ready to meet them.

She glanced at the drawing-room windows behind her.