Another dance was begun, and being on this account left out of notice, Somerset did not hasten to leave Paula's side.
'I think they begin to feel the heat,' she said.
'A little ventilation would do no harm.' He flung back the tent door where he stood, and the light shone out upon the grass.
'I must go to the drawing-room soon,' she added.

'They will begin to leave shortly.' 'It is not late.

The thunder-cloud has made it seem dark--see there; a line of pale yellow stretches along the horizon from west to north.
That's evening--not gone yet.

Shall we go into the fresh air for a minute ?' She seemed to signify assent, and he stepped off the tent-floor upon the ground.

She stepped off also.
The air out-of-doors had not cooled, and without definitely choosing a direction they found themselves approaching a little wooden tea-house that stood on the lawn a few yards off.