"You should have offered it more timidly," she exclaimed, looking at me over the flower; "how did you know I would not reject it like I did your bouquet?"
"I didn't think. But you recall my wish to send you some flowers. Will you let me order the gardener to make you a bouquet?"
"If you please."
I called to one of the men and gave him the instructions. We got upon the lawn.
"What a pretty house!" she said, looking up. "It stands so cool and white from the road. What made you take it?"
"I got tired of London. I wanted to study."
"Oh, I remember—you told me. Do you study now?"
"Not much, I fear."
"Where do you study?"