Altogether her apparel proclaimed poverty.
Jean let the conversation languish for a little.

He wanted to think what to say presently, and then he felt a rather vague pleasure in stalking beside her.

Her profile was straight cut and exquisite in line.

From this side view the soft curve of lips could not be seen.
She made several attempts to start conversation, all of which Jean ignored, manifestly to her growing constraint.

Presently Jean, having decided what he wanted to say, suddenly began: "I like this adventure.
Do you ?" "Adventure! Meetin' me in the woods ?" And she laughed the laugh of youth.