He was hobbling about the garden with his aunt, when all of a sudden he saw Roger St Aubyn approaching them across the lawn.

It was with immense pride that he presented his friend to Aunt Charlotte, who, as may be remembered, had been just a little huffy that St Aubyn had never called on her before; but now that he had actually come the small grievance was forgotten in a moment, and she welcomed him with charming cordiality.
"It is all the pleasanter to meet you," she said, "as I have now an opportunity of thanking you for all your kindness to Austin.

He is never tired of telling me how much he has enjoyed himself with you." "The pleasure has been divided; he certainly has given me quite as much as ever I have been fortunate enough to give him," replied St Aubyn, smiling, "What a very dear old garden you have here; I don't wonder that he's so fond of it.

It seems a place one might spend one's life in without ever growing old." "That's what I mean to do," said Austin, laughing.
"But yours is magnificent, I'm told," observed Aunt Charlotte.

"A little place like this is nothing in comparison, of course.