They went up on to the west terrace and stood there, looking. Brown-crimson velvet wall-flowers grew in a thick hedge under the terrace wall; their hot sweet smell came up to them.
"It's too beautiful for words," she said.
"I'm glad you like it. It is rather a jolly old place."
"It's the most adorable place I've ever been in. It looks so good and happy. As if everybody who ever lived in it had been good and happy."
"I don't know about that. It was a hospital for four years. And it hasn't quite recovered yet. It's all a bit worn and shabby, I'm afraid."
"I don't care. I love its shabbiness. I don't want to forget what it's been…. To think that I've missed seven weeks of it."
"You haven't missed much. We've had beastly weather all March."
"I've missed you. Seven weeks of you."
"I think you'll get over that," he said, perversely.
"I shan't. It's left a horrid empty space. But I couldn't help it. I really couldn't, Jerry."