She held out her flowers towards her with a gesture at once humble and worshipful, like that of some devotee at a shrine.
She said "Good-evening" with a shy comprehensiveness, then, to Cynthia, like a child, "I thought maybe you would like some of my sweet-peas." Both gentlemen rose, and Risley looked curiously from the young girl to Cynthia, then placed his chair for her, smiling kindly.
"The sweet-peas are lovely," Cynthia said.

"Thank you, my dear.

They are much prettier than any I have had in my garden this year.

Please sit down," for Ellen was doubtful about availing herself of the proffered chair.

She had so hoped that she might find Cynthia alone.
She had dreamed, as a lover might have done, of a tete-a-tete with her, what she would say, what Cynthia would say.