A blue air-ball gently bumped the surface.

How all the nurses and children and old men and young crowded to the edge, leant over and waved their sticks! The little girl ran stretching her arms towards her air-ball, but it sank beneath the fountain.
Edward Cruttendon, Jinny Carslake, and Jacob Flanders walked in a row along the yellow gravel path; got on to the grass; so passed under the trees; and came out at the summer-house where Marie Antoinette used to drink chocolate.

In went Edward and Jinny, but Jacob waited outside, sitting on the handle of his walking-stick.

Out they came again.
"Well ?" said Cruttendon, smiling at Jacob.
Jinny waited; Edward waited; and both looked at Jacob.
"Well ?" said Jacob, smiling and pressing both hands on his stick.
"Come along," he decided; and started off.

The others followed him, smiling.
And then they went to the little cafe in the by-street where people sit drinking coffee, watching the soldiers, meditatively knocking ashes into trays.
"But he's quite different," said Jinny, folding her hands over the top of her glass.