"There is time enough."
I went up to dress; when I came down again, I found him in the garden, walking up and down the path. I joined him, and said "I was quite ready."
"Are you?" he quietly answered and continued his walk.
I followed him, impatient at his dilatoriness; but he seemed in no haste, for as he might have spoken on any other morning, he said:
"I like this garden, Daisy. Spite of the sea air, flowers seem to thrive here. I never saw a finer rose than this. Take it."
He gathered it, and gave it to me as he spoke. I murmured a little. This rose was to have been the pride of the bouquet I meant to take to Kate.
"There are plenty left," he replied, gathering a few more; then, looking at his watch, carelessly said:
"It was time to go."
I asked if we should take the path that led to the beach.
"Why not go by Leigh, you were wishing for green fields!"