Lady Peggy rose briskly.
“No doubt about what I shall do,” she remarked. “I’m going to bed.”
Deyes smiled.
“I,” he said, “shall spend the afternoon in the rose garden. I need—development.”
Wilhelmina looked at him questioningly.
“Please don’t be inexplicable,” she begged. “It is too hot.”
“Roses and sentiment,” he declared, “are supposed to go together. I want to grow into accord with my surroundings.”
Wilhelmina was silent for a moment.
“If you have found sentiment here,” she said carelessly, “you must have dug deep.”