She almost made up her mind to ask Elfrida where their understanding went to when John Kendal came up, but she had not found it possible yet.

There was an embarrassing chance that Elfrida did not feel their change of attitude, which would entail nameless surmises.
"You ought to be at work," Janet said severely to Kendal, "back at Barbizon or in the fields somewhere.

It won't be always June." "Ah, would you banish him!" Elfrida exclaimed daintily.
"Surely Hyde Park is rustic enough--in June." Kendal smiled into her face.

"It combines all the charm of the country," he began.
"And the chic of the town," Elfrida finished for him gaily.

"I know--I've seen the Boot Show." "Extremely frivolous," Janet commented.
"Ah, now we are condemned!" Elfrida answered, and for an instant it almost seemed as if it were so.
"Daddy wants you to go and paint straggling gray stone villages in Scotland now--straggling, climbing gray stone villages with only a bit of blue at the end of the 'Dead Wynd' where it turns into the churchyard gate." "How charming!" Elfrida exclaimed.
"I suppose he has been saturating himself with Barrie," Kendal said.