The concluding sentence robbed his earlier comments of their sentimental import.
"If we live long enough we may even see each other in the sere and yellow leaf," said Doris flippantly.
"I would ask no greater happiness," came the quiet reply, and Doris could have bitten her tongue for according him that unguarded opening.

Suddenly availing herself of the advice which the detective, like Hamlet, had given to the players, she gazed musingly at the fair panorama of The Hollies and its gardens, with the two young men seated on the lawn.

By this time Minnie was staging tea, and the picture looked idyllic enough.
Doris saw, out of the tail of her eye, that her companion was watching her furtively, though apparently absorbed in the scene.

He moistened his thin lips with his tongue.
"As a study in contrasts, that would be hard to beat," he said, after a long pause.
"Contrasts!" she echoed.
"Well, yes.

Even an uncontentious man like myself can hardly fail to compare Sunday afternoon with Tuesday morning." "Why not Monday night ?" she flashed.
"Monday night, in part, remains a mystery yet to be unveiled.