She was as eager to have him pleased as if this were some house of her planning. “It’s a better dining-place than any in town, isn’t it?” she asked.
“I should say so,” he nodded.
With her permission, he lighted a cigarette and, stretching himself out on the grass, enjoyed it as only a man can who has limited his smokes to so many a day. She sat near the brook, and she too was quite content and very comfortable.
“I don’t see why you didn’t tell me about this place before,” he observed.
“I wasn’t quite sure you’d like it here, for one thing,” she answered.
“Why not?”
“It isn’t a very gay place, is it?”
“It’s considerably gayer than my house on a Sunday,” he answered.
“It’s your own fault you don’t enjoy your house more,” she declared.