But for the life of me I can't help wishing that we had been going out together.

When do you leave for Ireland ?" "To-night." "So soon ?" They turned their horses and rode westward again down the alley of trees.

The morning was still fresh.

The limes and chestnuts had lost nothing of their early green, and since the May was late that year, its blossoms still hung delicately white like snow upon the branches and shone red against the dark rhododendrons.

The park shimmered in a haze of sunlight, and the distant roar of the streets was as the tumbling of river water.
"It is a long time since we bathed in Sandford Lasher," said Durrance.
"Or froze in the Easter vacations in the big snow-gully on Great End," returned Feversham.