"Perhaps it's best," said Laurence vaguely.
"You know the Judge will be a great help to you, getting started."
"Oh, yes, I see that, it makes a lot of difference. But the main reason is, you want it."
"Yes, I think it's better."
They spoke in low tones, though the house was empty and dark behind them. The doctor was off on his round, and Mrs. Lowell had gone out to a neighbour's. About them now the leaves stirred softly, a damp breath lifted the honeysuckle sprays. Then came a soft rustling.
"Rain," said Laurence.
They moved up into some low chairs on the porch.
"Shall I get you a wrap?"
"No, thank you."