Ethan had no eyes for the sudden shadow on the sweet face. He began to stride up and down again, angrily, eagerly, looking out through the tracery of the wistaria as an animal might through the bars of its cage.
"Well, here I am!"
Val stood smiling as he turned.
"Oh, good! Let us sit down."
"On the black benches? Never!"
She gathered her skirts round her with a gesture of comic horror.
"Here, then"—he spread out a large white handkerchief—"sit on this."
"And you?"
"Sit down!" he commanded.