“Are there?” he said in surprise. Vera smiled to herself.
“Yes, come and look,” she said.
The young man rose with alacrity.
Mr Holiday came into the dining-room whilst they were down the garden.
“What, nobody in!” they heard him exclaim.
“There is Holiday,” murmured Mr Allport resentfully.
Vera did not answer. Holiday came to the open window, attracted by the fragrance.
“Ho! that’s where you are!” he cried in his nasal tenor, which annoyed Vera’s trained ear. She wished she had not been wearing a white dress to betray herself.
“What have you got?” he asked.
“Nothing in particular,” replied Mr Allport.