"You've made a wretched tea, Mr. Vaughan. Is there anything else you'd like?"
"Yes, I want to go in the field again, like the day before yesterday."
"Was it only the day before yesterday? So it was. A lot seems to ave appened since. Well, come along."
She looked such an absolute child as she climbed the gate that Gillie felt almost ashamed of his proposal, and thought that probably her father was quite right.... But her face was so exactly like Sir Joshua Reynolds' angels' heads, she might have sat for them. She was too absurdly pretty. And sweet, too, he thought. She had no vulgar pretensions, she was simple. She only wanted a little polish. He could teach her everything necessary. No task could have been more congenial....
"So you think I'm too old for you. Is that it?"
"No, it isn't. It isn't that. It's what father told you."
"Would you hate to go for a long journey with me, to see other places, other countries?"
"Oh no; I'd like it. We went to Clacton last summer. It was fun."
He thought a little.
"Gladys, as you're so young, won't you leave the whole thing in abeyance for a time?"