She was dressed, of course, in spotless white drapery, and there were heavy anklets on her feet and bangles of silver on her wrist.

She seemed satisfied by her inspection and went in again, returning presently with Miss Westonhaugh and a large package of work and novels and letter-writing materials.

They came straight to where I was sitting under the airy tent where we dined, and Miss Westonhaugh established herself at one side of the table at the end of which I was writing.
"It is so hot in my tent," she said almost apologetically, and began to unroll some worsted work.
"Yes, it is quite unbearable," I answered politely, though I had not thought much about the temperature.

There was a long silence, and I collected my papers in a bundle and leaned back in my chair.

I did not know what to say, nor was anything expected of me.