"Couldn't we go somewhere and dine under a tree ?" It would be rather pleasant.

There was a little place at Meudon, she remembered.

The plane trees would just be in full leaf.
A passing cab had drawn up close to them.

The chauffeur was lighting his pipe.
Even Mrs.Grundy herself couldn't object to a journalist dining with a politician! The stars came out before they had ended dinner.

She had made him talk about himself.