"Why?"
"A chance meeting would have been different. This is premeditation. Don't leave me. Do you hear!"
I nodded and when Jerry came in sight I called him. He appeared in the path, a basket of wine in one hand, a fishing rod in the other.
"Hello, Roger," he shouted and then paused, setting the basket down.
"I didn't know—"
"A surprise, Jerry!"
"Why, it's Una!" he cried. "Una! What on earth—?"
"I was butterflying, and wandered through." She laughed. "I told you to have that railing mended."
"The necessity for that is past," he laughed gayly. "Oh, it's jolly good to see you."
He took her by both hands and held her off from him examining her delightedly.