He is hardly ever anything but cheerful.

Please tell me what you are hinting." "I wasn't hinting.

But, if you don't mind talking to me a minute, suppose we get away from these confounded cars." He turned east, following the iron fence of the Square until they reached the high grass bank and the old box hedge which surrounded the garden at the back of the Governor's house.

At the corner of the street, which sank far below the garden terrace, he stopped again and laid a restraining hand on her arm.
"He thinks a great deal of you too." She shook his hand from her sleeve.

"Why shouldn't he?
I am his only child." Then her voice hardened, and she glanced at him suspiciously.