The change indicated in her present manner, soothed his tired, nervous mood.

His smile answered her.
"Yes, I was there with you two or three days.

Do you remember the wild tulips we gathered at Settignano ?" "And the wild cherries--and the pear-blossoms! Italy in the spring is _Heaven_!" she said, under her breath, as she dropped to a sitting posture on the floor while he put the drawings before her.
"Well!--shall we go there next spring ?" "Don't tempt me--and then back out!" "If I did," he said, laughing, "you could still go with Mrs.Friend." She made no answer.

Another knock at the door.
"There's Geoffrey.

Come in, old boy.