He lowered his eyes the moment they met hers, and she passed on, wondering what there was about her to excite his interest.
Columbus was waiting with pathetic patience to be taken for a walk, and overpoweringly hot though it was she had not the heart to keep him any longer.

But she could not face the full blaze of noon on the shore, and she turned back up the shady church lane with a vague memory of having seen a stile at the entrance of a wood somewhere along its winding length.
The church-goers had dispersed by that time, but at the gate of the schoolhouse which was a few yards above the church she saw a group of boys waiting clamorously, and just as she found her stile she saw Green come out dressed in flannels with a bath-towel round his neck.

The boys swarmed all about him like a crowd of excited puppies, and Juliet turned into the wood with a smile.

So he had refused the squire's invitation to luncheon! She was very glad of that.
The green glades of the wood received her; she wandered forward with a delightful sense of well-being.

The thought of London came to her--the heat and the dust and the fumes of petrol--the chattering crowds under the parched trees--the kaleidoscopic glitter of fashion at its crudest and most amazing.