From a bustling sound within, it appeared likely that Miss Tyrrell's business-like attitude at the table had been suddenly assumed.
'Will you come out, Paula?
The rain is over and gone.' 'Not now.' 'Mr.Egremont wishes to go for a walk.

Couldn't you come ?' 'Please beg Mr.Egremont to excuse me.

I am tired after yesterday, dear.' When her cousin had withdrawn Paula went to the window.

In a few minutes she saw Egremont and Annabel go forth and stroll from the garden towards the lake.

Then she reseated herself, and sat biting her pen.
The two walked lingeringly by the water's edge.