'I have so many nice memories about this old garden.

You don't mind my cigarette ?' Althea said that she liked it.
'There is a beautiful spray, Miss Jakes.

Let me reach it for you.' 'Oh, thank you so much.' 'You are fond of flowers ?' 'Very fond.' 'Which are your favourites ?' 'Lilies of the valley.' Althea spoke kindly, as she might have spoken to a rather importunate child; his questions, indeed, were not original.
Gerald tried to mend the tameness of the effect that he was making.
'Yes, only the florists have rather spoiled them, haven't they?
My favourites are the wilder ones--honeysuckle, grass of Parnassus, bell-heather.

Helen always makes me think of grass of Parnassus and bell-heather, she is so solitary and delicate and strong.' He wanted Althea to realise that his real appreciation was for types very different from Lady Pickering.

She smiled kindly, as if pleased with his simile, and he went on.