'Why, I thought you were never ruffled.'
'I'm not, often.'
They turned down into a little green aisle between two dense thickets of rhododendrons.
'It's lucky you are here,' she said irrelevantly.
He glanced at her face.
'It's not luck. It's foresight.'
'Oh, you arranged it? Well, I'm glad.'
'So am I,' he answered quietly. 'We get on rather well together,' he added, after a moment.
She nodded half absently. 'I feel as if I'd known you for years instead of for months,' she said.
'Yes, I have rather that feeling, too. Except that I'm always a little nervous when I meet you again after an interval.'