"It's Browning, of course, but it's not Browning at all, if you understand me," Dennis Brown exclaimed with every show of indignation; and the whole party trooped away again to their tennis and their croquet.
Harry Luttrell placed the book upon a table and turned to Joan.
"Now what would you like to do?" he asked.
"We might cut into the next tennis set," she said doubtfully.
"You could hardly play in those shoes," said Harry Luttrell.
Joan contemplated a heel of formidable height. Oh, where were the sandals of the higher Life?
"No, I suppose not. Of course, there's a—but it wouldn't probably interest you."
"Wouldn't it?" cried Harry Luttrell.
"Well, it's a maze. Millie Splay is rather proud of it. The hedges are centuries old." She turned innocent eyes on Harry Luttrell. "I don't know whether you are interested in old hedges."