'I never saw anything like this before. This is primeval…. I used to walk a good deal with a friend of mine in St. James' Park.'
'The park where the ducks are, and a little bridge. Your friend was not an artist.'
'Yes, he was, and a very clever artist too.'
'Then he admired the park because you were with him.'
'Perhaps that had something to do with it. But the park is very beautiful.'
'I don't think I care much about cultivated nature.'
'Don't you like a garden?'
'Yes; a disordered garden, a garden that has been let run wild.'
They walked down the sandy pathway, and came unexpectedly upon Elsie and her lover sitting behind a rock. They asked where the others were. Elsie did not know. But at that moment voices were heard, and Cissy cried from the bottom of the glade:
'So there you are; we've been looking for you.'