Mr.Cardross is in the orange grove, I see." And, smiling, passed the guilty ones with a humorously threatening shake of his head.
A black boy, grinning, opened the gate; the quick-stepping figure in white flannels glanced around at the click of the latch.
"Hamil! Good work! I am glad to see you!"-- his firm, sun-burnt hands closing over Hamil's--"glad all through!" "Not as glad as I am, Mr.Cardross--" "Yes, I am.

Why didn't you come before?
The weather has been heavenly; everybody wanted you--" "_Everybody_ ?" "Yes--yes, of course!...

Well, look here, Hamil, I've no authority to discuss that matter; but her mother, I think, has made matters clear to her--concerning our personal wishes--ah--hum--is that what you're driving at ?" "Yes....

May I ask her?
I came here to ask her." "We all know that," said Cardross naively.

"Your aunt is a very fine woman, Hamil....