She led him to the lily pond. Although everything was finished there now, and neither the yews nor the newly laid turf could have been expected to come together between their frequent visits, they went to look at it several times a day, just to see how it was getting on. So there was no difficulty in drawing him there; and, as other members of the family were satisfied with less frequent inspection, they were not likely to be disturbed.
"Come and sit down," she said, when they had stood for some time by the pool, and discussed the various water-lilies that they had sunk there, tied up between the orthodox turfs. "I want to talk to you."
They sat down on the stone seat. "Talk away!" he said, taking a cigarette out of his case.
Caroline took cigarette and case away from him. "Darling," she said, "you didn't select it. In books they always select a cigarette, usually with care. I'll do it for you."
She gave him a cigarette, took his matchbox out of his pocket, and lit it for him. "I'm really only doing this to save time," she said. "I have a confession to make. The last time I sat on this seat I was proposed to."
"The devil!" exclaimed her father, staring at her.
"No, darling, not the devil. I'm not so bad as that. Don't be offensive to your little daughter—or profane."
"Who was it? Francis Parry?"
"Yes, darling. You've got it in one. It was last night. The moon was shining and the yews looked almost like a real hedge. Rather a score for our garden, I think."
He took a draw at his cigarette and inhaled it. "Well, if that's the way you take it, I suppose you didn't accept him," he said.