I hope that at any rate you'll be civil to him.' She flashed a quick glance at him, and her eyelids dropped again.
'But naturally.

I'm not in the habit of being uncivil to--my friends.' And just then--Mrs Hensor, who loved cheap fiction, said afterwards it was all like a scene out of a book--there appeared in the space between the two wings, a man who had strolled unobserved from one side, out of the background of creepers, and who advanced with quickened step to where the husband and wife stood..