'And polo.'
'And garden parties.'
'I hate rain.'
'So do I.'
'Of course, we may have a fine August.'
'Yes, there's always that.'
The ice was broken, and the girl seemed to become more at her ease.
'I came to let you out,' she said. 'I must apologize for my father. He loves me foolishly and has no scruples where my happiness is concerned. He has always yearned to have me photographed by you, but I cannot consent to allow a photographer to be coerced into abandoning his principles. If you will follow me, I will let you out by the front door.'
'It's awfully good of you,' said Clarence, awkwardly. As any man of nice sentiment would have been, he was embarrassed. He wished that he could have obliged this kind-hearted girl by taking her picture, but a natural delicacy restrained him from touching on this subject. They went down the stairs in silence.
On the first landing a hand was placed on his in the darkness and the girl's voice whispered in his ear.