You won't mind, Mr.Burton ?" "Not in the least," he assured her.
They disappeared into the house.

Burton threw himself once more upon the lawn, his hands clasped behind his head, gazing upwards through the leafy boughs to the blue sky.

So this was Mr.Bomford! This was the rival of whom he had heard! Not so very formidable a person, not formidable at all save for one thing only--he was free to marry her, free to marry Edith.

Burton lay and dreamed in the sunshine.

A thrush came out and sang to him.