"I fear that's more generous than just; but the next time I hope the maid will do better."
"And next time I hope I shan't frighten you," Saxton went on. Raridan and Mr. Porter had walked down the long veranda to the steps, and Saxton and Miss Porter were following.
"Oh, but you didn't!" the girl laughed at him.
"But you dropped the flowers—"
"But you shouldn't have noticed! It wasn't gallant!"
They had reached the others, and Raridan broke in with his good night, and he and Saxton went down the walk together.
"They seem to have struck up an acquaintance," observed Mr. Porter, settling himself to a fresh cigar.
"Mr. Saxton is very nice," said Evelyn.
"Oh, he's all right," said her father, easily.