Gardner shall look at the animals and then find his way to Hans Place.

I'll escort Miss Warren to the Botanic, and then come on and pick you up, Linda, at the Town Hall." That statement seemed to satisfy every one, so after coffee and a glance round the laboratory and the last experiments, they proceeded to the Zoo, with at least an hour's daylight at their disposal.
Rossiter and Vivie were at last alone within the charmed circle of the Botanic Gardens.

They made their way slowly to the great Palm House and thence up twisty iron steps to a nook like a tree refuge in New Guinea, among palm boles and extravagant aroid growths.
"Now Michael," said Vivie--despite her bruised face she looked very elegant in her grey costume, grey hat, and grey suede gloves, and he had to exercise great self-restraint, remember that he was known by sight to most of the gardeners and to the ubiquitous secretary, in order to refrain from crushing her to his side: "Now Michael: I want a serious talk to you, a talk which will last for another eighteen months--which is about the time that has elapsed since we had our last--You're _not_ keeping the pact we made." "What was that ?" "Why you promised me that your--your--love--No! I won't misuse that word--Your friendship for me should not spoil your life, your career, or make Linda unhappy.

Yet it is doing all three.

You've lived in a continual agitation since you got into Parliament, and now you'll be involved in more electioneering in order to be returned once more.