The danger was that she would want to come, too; honestly thinking thereby to complete their happiness.

It seemed to be tacitly understood there would be other such excursions.
The summer was propitious.

Phillips knew his London well, and how to get away from it.

There were winding lanes in Hertfordshire, Surrey hills and commons, deep, cool, bird-haunted woods in Buckingham.

Each week there was something to look forward to, something to plan for and manoeuvre.