“How beautifully this place is kept,” said Ogden.
“Yes. I have so few amusements,” assented his companion.
“Thoroughness is your watchword, I’m sure.”
“I believe it is,” she agreed. “Whether I was doing right or wrong, I always seem to have made a clean sweep of it.”
Ogden regarded her in genuine admiration. “All your thoughts must be of satisfaction, I should think.”
Miss Frink tossed her head with a dissenting gesture. “You’d think wrong then, man. Let us sit down here awhile.”
She led the way to a rustic seat under an elm tree. “Shan’t I go in and get a wrap for you?” asked Ogden. The prospect of a tête-à-tête with his hostess was not without its qualms.
“No, no. This sun is hot.”
“So is this one,” thought Ogden, but he smiled with his usual air of finding the present situation inspiring.
“I’d like to know how you came to take such an interest in Hugh,” began his companion without prelude.