He seemed to understand her mood, and pressed close against her gown when she stopped.

They walked together about the gardens, and presently picked up an exuberant retriever, which bounded and wriggled and at once settled into a steady trot beside them.

Emily adored the flowers as she walked by their beds, and at intervals stopped to bury her face in bunches of spicy things.
She was so happy that the joy in her hazel eyes was pathetic.
She was startled, as she turned into a rather narrow rose-walk, to see Lord Walderhurst coming toward her.

He looked exceedingly clean in his fresh light knickerbocker suit, which was rather becoming to him.

A gardener was walking behind, evidently gathering roses for him, which he put into a shallow basket.