He indicated a blue flower.
"Don't you think that would rather suit my style of beauty?" he asked grimly.
She drew it from the bunch.
"It's called 'love-in-a-mist,'" she said. "Shall I put it in your coat?"
"Please."
He had been starting the engine, and he came to the door of the car and stooped for her to fasten the flower in his button-hole.
"Will that do?" she asked.
"Thank you." He got in beside her and they drove on.
"Which way shall we go home?" he asked.
"Any way—I don't mind. I don't know the roads, but I should like to pass those hayfields again."