It was the truth; but it surprised him nevertheless. He supposed he had been looking for a chair.
“Were you?” said Lydia, smiling.
She moved a little away from him.
“I must go in,” she murmured.
“Why must you? It’s delightful out here—so cool and—”
“Yes, I know. But the others— Why not bring Miss Dodge out of that hot room? I thought she looked tired.”
“I didn’t notice,” he said.... “Just look at that flock of little white clouds up there with the moon shining through them!”
Lydia glided away over the soft grass.
“I’ve been looking at them for a long time,” she said gently. “I must go now and help cut more cake.”
He made a gesture of disgust.