The weather did not improve, and the scent was misleading.

They found and lost, found and lost again, and a cold drizzle setting in with the afternoon effectually cooled the ardour of even the most enthusiastic.
Yet Doris enjoyed herself.

She and Hugh ate their lunch together under some dripping trees, and they managed to make merry over it in spite of the fact that both were fairly wet through.

He made her share the sherry in his flask, laughing down all protests, treating her with the absolute ease that had always characterized their friendship.

It was such a day as Doris had often spent in his company, and the return to the old genial atmosphere was like the sweetness of a spring day in the midst of winter.
It was he who at length suggested the advisability of returning home.
"I'm sure you ought to get back and change," he said.