Dear boy! How sweet is it of him to come and fetch her for a little stroll among the hollyhocks.

"I can't go out now.

Not _to-night_, Randal!" "Oh! er--so sorry! But----" He looks at Tita.

It is impossible not to understand that the Lady Rylton he had intended to take for a little stroll in the calm, delightful evening, had been the younger Lady Rylton.

"Well, if your--er--mother--won't come, won't _you ?"_ asks he, now addressing Tita distinctly.
"I am not going out either," says she, smiling gently at him.