Mr.Newthorpe, who had been pacing on the grass, came to a seat.

He placed himself next to Paula.

She glanced at him, and he said kindly: 'You are quite sure you don't feel cold ?' 'I dare say I'd better go in,' she replied, checking a little sigh as she closed her magazine.
'No, no, don't go, Paula!' urged her cousin, rising.

'You shall have a shawl, dear; I'll get it.' 'It is very warm,' put in Egremont.

'There surely can't be any danger in sitting till it grows dark.' This little fuss about her soothed Paula for a while.
'Oh, I don't want to go,' she said.