A garden on a warm summer night offers opportunities no schemer should neglect.

Agnes and Rose were chattering and laughing on the gravel path just outside it, their white girlish figures showing temptingly against the dusky background of garden and fell.

It somewhat disappointed the vicar's wife to see her tall guest take a chair and draw it beside Catherine--while Adeline Baker awkwardly got up and disappeared into the garden.
Elsmere felt it an unusually interesting moment, so strong had been his sense of attraction at tea; but like the rest of us he could find nothing more telling to start with than a remark about the weather.
Catherine in her reply asked him if he were quite recovered from the attack of low fever he was understood to have been suffering from.
'Oh, yes,' he said brightly, 'I am very nearly as fit as I ever was, and more eager than I ever was, to got to work.

The idling of it is the worst part of illness.

However, in a month from now I must be at my living, and I can only hope it will give me enough to do.' Catherine looked up at him with a quick impulse of liking.