Why should you go back just yet?
Isn't it jolly out here ?" "Lovely," she said absently--"but I promised Peter." "That'll be all right.

We'll just go across and back." There was a short silence--long enough to hear the music from the house, and the distant voices of the dancers.

A little northwest wind was creeping over the lake, and stirring the scents of the grasses and sedge-plants on its banks.

Helena looked round to see in what direction they were going.
"Ah!--you see that black patch, Geoffrey ?" "Yes--it was near there I saw my ghost--or village woman--or lady's maid--whatever you like to call it." "It was a lady's maid, I think," said Helena decidedly.

"They have a way of getting lost.