Suddenly Edith reappeared alone.

She came across the lawn to him with a slight frown upon her forehead.

He lay there and watched her until the last moment.
Then he rose and dragged out a chair for her.
"So the lovers' interview is over!" he ventured to observe.

"You do not seem altogether transported with delight." "I am very much pleased indeed to see Mr.Bomford," she assured him.
"I," he murmured, "am glad that I have seen him." Edith looked at him covertly.
"I do not think," she said, "that I quite approve of your tone this afternoon." "I am quite sure," he retorted, "that I do not approve of yours." She made a little grimace at him.
"Let us agree, then, to be mutually dissatisfied.

I do wish," she added softly, "that I knew why father had sent for Mr.Bomford.It is nothing to do with his work, I am sure of that.