The man and woman passed on round the corner of the house to a little rose-garden with a stone sun-dial in the middle, surrounded by low red brick walls.

Here it was very quiet.

Only the bees among the flowers filled the air with a pleasant murmur.
"They are doing well--your roses," said Dewes.
"Yes.

These Queen Mabs are good.

Don't you think so?
I am rather proud of them," said Sybil; and then she broke off suddenly and faced him.
"Is it true ?" she whispered in a low passionate voice.