She raised her eyes and there was Harold Denver standing before her.
"You were lost in your thoughts," said he, smiling.

"I hope that they were pleasant ones." "Oh, I was planning," said she, rising.

"It seems rather a waste of time as a rule, for things have a way of working themselves out just as you least expect." "What were you planning, then ?" "The future." "Whose ?" "Oh, my own and Ida's." "And was I included in your joint futures?
"I hope all our friends were included." "Don't go in," said he, as she began to move slowly towards the house.
"I wanted to have a word.

Let us stroll up and down the lawn.

Perhaps you are cold.