Her eyes absently followed two young fallow-deer in the park, cantering away in a series of hops on their long stiff legs.
"I cannot speak to you here," said Charles, after a pause.
Ruth turned round.
"Silence is golden sometimes.

I think quite enough has been said already." "Not by me.

You expressed yourself with considerable frankness.

I wish to follow your example." "You said I was unjust at the time.

Surely that was sufficient." "So insufficient that I am going to repeat it.