"Two's company," muttered Toby softly.
"What did you say?" asked the chaperon quickly.
"Oh, nothing.
"We'll leave you two here to talk," said Kaituna, gaily. "Come, Mr. Maxwell, you shall choose your own flowers."
They descended the steps into the garden.
"I'd rather you did so."
"I--oh, I should not know which to choose."
"Then, suppose I suggest something. A red rose, which means love, and a white rose, which means silence."
"And the red and white roses together?"
"Mean silent love."