"Not by a long chalk." "But you must leave me, Mr.Hine," she said, looking at him with serious eyes, "if you want to pass the time of day with your 'red-hot' friend." There was no hint of a smile about her lips.

She waited for his answer.
It came accompanied with a smile which aimed at gallantry and was merely familiar.
"Of course I stay where I am.

What do _you_ think ?" Sylvia hurried over her shopping and drove homeward.

She went at once to her father, who lay in the hammock in the shade of the trees, reading a book.

She came up from behind him across the grass, and he was not aware of her approach until she spoke.
"Father!" she said, and he started up.
"Oh, Sylvia!" he said, and just for a second there was a palpable uneasiness in his manner.