The dimples flashed into her soft cheeks again. "For both of us, perhaps."
"Thanks. It's rather jolly here." He put his hands in his trousers pockets and leaned against a tree.
"Hope you'll enjoy it. I'm going to find Moya." Miss Seldon reeled up, put her rod against the tree, and sauntered off with the lissom grace that was hers.
Verinder woke up. "Let me come too. On second thoughts I find I do need a walk."
She looked back at him saucily over her shoulder. "You may come if you won't talk until you're spoken to."
"Done, by Jove!"
They followed the trail a stone's throw in silence.
"Miss Dwight's always going off by herself. Seems to me she's a bit off her feed," Verinder suggested.
Joyce was amused. For a man who wanted it understood that only one girl in the world mattered to him he still appeared to take a good deal of interest in Moya.
"Seems dreamy and—er—depressed. What!" he continued.