"Good evening, Mr. Breton."
"Isn't it a lovely evening?"
"Yes. But hasn't it been hot?"
Miss Rand did not look as though she could ever, under any possible circumstances, be hot, so neat and cool was she, but she said yes it had been.
"Isn't it odd the way that as soon as it's fine people begin to complain just as they do when it's wet?"
"It gives them something to talk about—just as it's giving us something now," said Miss Rand, laughing.
Breton looked at her and liked her. She seemed so strong and wise and safe. She would surely always give one the kind of sensible encouragement that one needed. She would be a good person in whom to confide.
They were on the top doorstep now.
"No. I've got a key." He let her pass him.
They stood for a moment in the hall together.