"It is"-- she weighed the word--"ridiculous that both of you should be here." "Thank you, for my half! I didn't know he was here! But I am not exactly _here_--I have a much, safer place,"-- he swept the blue-hilled horizon with his hand.

"Monsieur Chauvenet and I will not shoot at each other in the hotel dining-room.

But I am really relieved that he has come.

We have an interesting fashion of running into each other; it would positively grieve me to be obliged to wait long for him." He smiled and thrust his hat under his arm.

The sun was dropping behind the great western barricade, and a chill wind crept sharply over the valley.
He started to walk beside her as she turned away, but she paused abruptly.
"Oh, this won't do at all! I can't be seen with you, even in the shadow of my own house.