But that day the most Larry did was abstractedly going through
the motions of work. He was completely filled with the situation and
its many questions, and with the suspense of waiting for Maggie to
come and of how he was going to manage to see her privately.
The meeting, however, proved no difficulty; for Maggie, who arrived at
four, had come primarily on Larry's account and she herself maneuvered
the encounter. While they were on the piazza, Dick having gone into
the house for a fresh supply of cigarettes, and Miss Sherwood being in
an animated discussion with Hunt, Maggie said:
"Miss Sherwood, I've never had a real look down at the Sound from the
edge of your bluff. Do you mind if Mr. Brandon shows me?"
"Not at all. Tea won't be served for half an hour, so take your time.
Have Mr. Brandon show you the view from just the other side of that
old rose-bench; that's the best view."
They walked away chatting mechanically until they were in a garden
seat behind the rose-bench. The rose-bench was a rather sorry affair,
for it had been set out in this exposed place by a former gardener who
had forgotten that the direct winds from the Sound are malgracious to
roses. However, it screened the two, and was far enough removed so
that ordinary tones would not carry to the house.
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