Thank you, Mr.Hamil, I can see my way very clearly.

I can usually see my own way clearly--without the aid of your too readily offered hand....

Did you ever dream of such an exquisitely hot night! That means rain, doesn't it ?--with so many fragrances mingling?
The odour of lilies predominates, and I think some jasmine is in the inland wind, but my roses are very sweet if you only bend down to them.

A rose is always worth stooping for." She leaned over the yellow blossoms, slender, spirit-white in the starlight, and brushed her fresh young face with the silken petals.
"So sweet," she said; "lean down and worship my young roses, you unappreciative man!" For a few minutes she strolled along the paths of the new garden he had built, bending capriciously here and there to savour some perfect blossom.

The night was growing warmer; the sea breeze had died out, and a hot wind blew languidly from the west.
"You know," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder, "I don't want to go to bed." "Neither do I, and I'm not going." "But I'm going....