In the pause that followed her words treetop whispered to treetop, but the sunshine lay very still and bright upon the road and upon the flowers by the wayside.
"There are worse marriages," Haward said at last.

Rising from the log, he moved to the side of the kneeling figure.

"Let the violets rest, Evelyn, while we reason together.

You are too clear-eyed.

Since they offend you, I will drop the idle compliments, the pretty phrases, in which neither of us believes.