He thrust the little stick under his arm and stood erect, gazing at the near gardens and then at the hills.

The wind tumbled his brown newly-trimmed hair, and caught the loose ends of his scarf and whipped them free.
"Sit down.

We were just talking of you.

You are getting so much stronger every day that we can't be sure of you long," said the Baron.
"You have spoiled me,--I am not at all anxious to venture back into the world.

These Virginia gardens are a dream world, where nothing is really quite true." "Something must be done about your father's estate soon.