"How jolly it was being young, Hilda! Do you remember that first walk we took together in Paris?
We walked down to the Place Saint-Michel to buy some lilacs.

Do you remember how sweet they smelled ?" "Indeed I do.

Come, we'll have our coffee in the other room, and you can smoke." Hilda rose quickly, as if she wished to change the drift of their talk, but Bartley found it pleasant to continue it.
"What a warm, soft spring evening that was," he went on, as they sat down in the study with the coffee on a little table between them; "and the sky, over the bridges, was just the color of the lilacs.

We walked on down by the river, didn't we ?" Hilda laughed and looked at him questioningly.

He saw a gleam in her eyes that he remembered even better than the episode he was recalling.
"I think we did," she answered demurely.