He bent down to kiss her, in the most passionate embrace he had ever given her.
Then he released her, and they both looked at each other with a new shyness.
'So that's all right!' he said, smiling.

'You see you can't drop me as easily as you think.

I stick! Well, now, you take me as a pauper--not exactly a pauper--but still--I've got to settle things with your father, though!' Beryl proposed that they should go and look for the others.
They went hand in hand.
* * * * * Sir Henry meanwhile was engaged in the congenial occupation of inspecting and showing his kitchen gardens.

His son Arthur and Pamela Mannering were following him round the greenhouses, finding more amusement in the perplexities of Sir Henry's conscience than interest in the show itself.
'You see they've brought in the chrysanthemums.

Just in time! There was a frost last night,' said Sir Henry, throwing open a door, and disclosing a greenhouse packed with chrysanthemums in bud.
'My hat--what a show!' said his son.
'Not at all, Arthur, not at all,' said his father, annoyed.