He looked at the beans in his hand and his eyes sought the thickest part of the clustering mass of foliage and blossom.

She had lifted her eyes now and it seemed to him that she had divined his purpose--approved of it, even.
Her slim, white-clad body swayed towards him.

She appeared to have abandoned finally the faint aloofness of her attitude.

He raised his hand.

Then she stopped him.