I saw you coming through the trees--and there are times when one must talk." He met her level glance of reproach with one of frank apology.

"If I see a man whose face I like, I speak to him.

Surely Nature does not flash that subtle sense of magnetism for nothing.

If I am to live fully, then must I infuse into my insular existence the electric spark of sympathetic friendship.

Why impoverish my existence by a lost opportunity?
If I had not alighted that day upon the lake and waited for you to come through the trees--" he fell suddenly quiet, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the ground beside him.
"The moon is climbing," said Diane irrelevantly, "and Johnny is waiting to bandage your shoulder." "Let him wait," returned Philip imperturbably.