"It's enough," said he, "that I know. But are you comfortable out there? You're on the porch, aren't you?"
"No; I'm standing on the ground and resting my lazy forehead against the porch railing."
"I'd feel easier if you came on the porch and made yourself comfortable in a chair, just outside my window. And we could talk easier."
"But you're not supposed to talk."
"Listening would be good for me."
There was a sound of light steps and of a chair being dragged.
"I wish you wouldn't sit just round the corner," said Mr. Jonstone presently. "If you sat before the window, sideways, I could see your profile against the sky."
"I'm doing very well where I am, thank you."
"But, please, why shouldn't I see you? Why are you so embarrassed at me?"