"Oh, do! Harry's devouring gooseberries. He's sketching the sky."
"Why doesn't Harry come?" said Romer.
He had no expression, and it was always impossible to guess by his looks or his tone what he was thinking or feeling, except when he smiled.
"Here he is."
Harry joined them.
"Good gracious, old boy! Who in the world—! What on earth made you come out so early?"
Romer now smiled and looked at Valentia admiringly.
"Gardener's not up yet. Thought perhaps I'd mow the lawn," he said apologetically.