"Let us wheel you in this chair upon the grass; there you can enjoy the sea breeze, and you will be in the shade."
Aveline agreed to this, and she was soon established under the trees, with a little table at her elbow on which stood a glass of water, a plate of hot-house grapes, and a splendid cluster of flowers.
Mrs. Fitzpatrick with her work on one side of the chair, Mr. Haveloc on the grass with a book.
"What are you reading, Mr. Haveloc, that makes you smile?"
"Boiardo, there is something so dry in his manner."
"Do not read to yourself, it fidgets me," said Aveline.
Mr. Haveloc closed his book, and began throwing pebbles on the beach below them.
"Have you much of this pink clematis, Mr. Haveloc," asked Aveline, examining her bouquet.
"There is one plant of it."
"Have you them in any other colour?"