People were strolling in the shady grounds.

He felt the instant infection of happy indolence, the call to luxury.

Men in gay uniforms and men in cool flannels; women in the prettiest and daintiest of frocks--all basking in the playtime of life, unmindful of the toil that fell to the Sons of Martha out in the sordid world.
"Do you think you can find your man from Cook's ?" she asked.
"Unless he has gone and jumped into the river, your--madam.

In any event, I think I may safely find my way out.

I shall not trouble you to go any farther.