You must show Mr .-- Mr.Burton our kitchen gardens.

Our south wall is famous." This was the whole miracle of how Alfred Burton, whose first appearance in the neighborhood had been as an extremely objectionable tripper, was accepted almost as one of the family in a most exclusive little household.

Edith, cool and graceful, sitting back in her wicker chair behind the daintily laid tea-table, seemed to take it all for granted.
Mr.Cowper, after rambling on for some time, made an excuse and departed through the French windows of his library.

Afterwards, Burton walked with his young hostess in the old-fashioned walled garden.
She treated him with the easy informality of privileged intimacy.

She had accepted him as belonging, notwithstanding his damaging statements as to his antecedents, and he walked by the side of his divinity without a trace of awkwardness or nervousness.