"I've found one."
"Ah! Shall you press it or preserve it in spirits?"
"Blue roses don't fade."
Sophy answered flippantly that in that case he would always be provided with a unique and inexpensive "button-hole"—much more unique and economical than Mr. Chamberlain's orchid.
Loring was still looking at her. She did not look at him, but kept glancing about her at the October landscape that she loved best of all.
"It seems queer that you're so contented in this quiet old place after having led such a brilliant life abroad," he said. This strain of thought had been roused in him by the mention of Mr. Chamberlain's orchid. "I should think you'd long for it again."
"Not yet," said Sophy.
His face lighted.
"'Not yet'? Then you do feel sometimes that this buried-alive-life won't satisfy you forever?"
"Oh, no! I shall fly far and wide again some day."