I--" "Why, it's you, Arthur, isn't it ?" startled him.
He looked up, saw Mrs.Whitney coming toward him.

She was in a winter walking suit, though the day was warm.

She was engaged in the pursuit that was the chief reason for her three months' retirement to the bluffs overlooking Saint X--the preservation of her figure.

She hated exercise, being by nature as lazy, luxurious, and self-indulgent physically as she was alert and industrious mentally.

From October to July she ate and drank about what she pleased, never set foot upon the ground if she could help it, and held her tendency to hips in check by daily massage.