I dare say she's got sweet-peas, but yours are uncommon handsome, and, anyway, it ought to please her to have some given her.

It ain't altogether what's given, it's the giving." So Ellen had cut a great bouquet of the delicate flowers, selecting the shades carefully, and set forth.

She was as guiltily conscious as a lover that she was making an excuse to see Miss Lennox.

She hurried along in delight and trepidation, her great bouquet shedding a penetrating fragrance around her, her face gleaming white out of the dusk.

She had to pass Granville Joy's house on her way, and saw with some dismay, as she drew near, a figure leaning over the gate.
He pushed open the gate when she drew near, and stood waiting.
"Good-evening, Ellen," he said.