“Oh, I am!”
He turned and looked at her with a new expression, the respect of the expert for an expert’s abilities.
“You have made a study of flowers?”
“Yes.”
“Of course you must have done. I ought to know that.”
Her colour grew richer.
“Mr. Canterton, I don’t think I have ever had such praise. I mean, praise that I valued. I love flowers so much, and you know them so intimately.”
“That we understand them together.”
He almost added, “and each other.”