Finding her promenading on the terrace alone one evening overlooking the pool where the swans swam among the snow-white water-lilies, he hastened to join her.
'I don't think you have seen our conservatories,' he said. 'Permit me to show you them.'
'Thanks, I do so love flowers.'
They entered the long glazed avenues of potted plants and rich exotics, where rustic sofas with luxurious cushions were placed under the feathery foliage of acacias, and after idling a little, admiring flowers that were of great beauty and the perfection of professional gardening, Sir Harry brought her a tiny bouquet of beautiful and sweetly-scented violets, which, thoughtlessly, she placed in the bosom of her dress.
His eyes gleamed as he saw her do this. He said,
'So charmed to see the place assigned to my gift.'
'Why?'
'When I know what the flower imports in the language of flowers.'
'What does the violet import?' asked Eveline, shortly.
'Is it possible you do not know?'