"Then what were you doing out here all alone with your head buried in your arms?"
"Thinking," she said.... "Would you care to walk to the house with me, Mr. Inwood?"
"Would you mind remaining here a little while?"
"My gown is damp with dew."
"Then perhaps we had better go?"
"I think so."
Neither stirred.
"It is so warm and beautiful to-night," he said, "that I can't imagine anybody taking cold out here."
"It is a bad outlook for the flight shooters."
"Yes, indeed. There is no frost in this wind."