Out of mischief I tell him that he sets up a theory, calls it a character, and talks through it.

But he is strong, and his technique is fine." "In Paris he would have been a great man," Henry replied.
They got off at a milk station and strolled along a road.

A piece of newspaper fluttered on the ground in front of them.
"There is just enough of a breeze to stir a scandal," said Richmond, treading upon the paper.
"When I find a newspaper in an out-of-the-way place," Henry replied, "I fancy that the world has lost one of its visiting-cards." They stopped at a farm-house, engaged a boat, and then went down to the lake.

Nature wore a thoughtful, contemplative smile, and the lake was a dimple.

A flawless day; an Indian summer day, gauzed with a glowing haze.