Is it swollen ?' Gerald looked down, laughing, but very unsympathetic, at the perilous heel and pinched, distorted toe.

'Really, I can't say.' 'Do sit down, there is plenty of room, and tell me you aren't cross with me.' 'I'm not at all cross with you, but I'm not going to sit down beside you,' said Gerald.

'I'm going to take you and your ankle back to the house and then find Miss Jakes and go on talking.' 'You may make _me_ cross,' said Lady Pickering, rising and leaning her arm on his.
'I don't believe I shall.

You really respect me for my strength of character.' 'Wily creature!' 'Foolish child!' They were standing in the path, laughing at each other, far from displeased with each other, and it was fortunate that neither of them perceived among the trees Althea, passing again at a little distance, and glancing round irrepressibly to see if Gerald had indeed followed her; even Lady Pickering might have been slightly discomposed, for when Gerald said 'Foolish child!' he completed the part expected of him by lightly stooping his head and kissing her.
He then took Lady Pickering back to the house, established her in a hammock, and set off to find Althea.

He knew that he had kept her waiting--if she had indeed waited.