"The world is very intolerant of idyls, Jerry."
They had reached a road which overlooked the river. Long, cool shadows brushed their faces as they rushed on from orchard to meadow, all redolent of sweet odors.
"Why?"
"Because they're a reproach."
"Friendship is no idyl, Una, with us. It's more like reality, isn't it?"
"I hope so."
"Don't you believe it?"
"Yes, I think I do."
He smiled at her gayly.
"I'm sure of it. I'm always myself with you, Una. I seem to want you to know all the things I'm thinking about. That's the surest indication, isn't it? And I want to know what you're thinking about. I feel as though I'd given you too many additional burdens down town, that you may tire this summer."