He was watching the dark girl talking to Callandar.
"What is so rare as a day in June ?" said Willits, with deliberate malice.
"Ah, yes, very much so.

Delighted to have met you.

You will excuse me, I'm sure.

Annabel," with an impatient glance toward a stout, awkward woman in the background, "if you are not quite ready I think Miss Coombe and I will walk on." He moved toward the dark girl as he spoke and Willits followed.
"Then I'll have to come some other day to get the roses," they heard Callandar say.

"But remember I haven't a single flower in the office.