"Just as you like," she said, smiling at him.
"But I don't think the grass is dry enough to sit on." He looked contemptuous.

"It won't hurt me.

I hate chairs.

I'll do as I like." But he still stood, glowering at her uncertainly near the hedge.
"Come along then!" said Juliet kindly.

"Come and sit down near me! Why not ?" He came slowly, and let himself down with awkward, lumbering movements by her side.