"It looks as if it might stay this way," she added. "Yes--I think it will. Hope it will anyway. But you can't tell." The last remark had the effect of bringing their beginning to an end--as if this pliable subject had broken off in too strong hands. While she poured the coffee, he served the meat, which she had put at his place; and when he saw her take up his well-filled cup he lifted her plate at the same moment and passed it to her, giving and receiving together. In the midst of this exchange, Janet (probably owing to the ceremonious way in which he did it) suddenly saw into the little formality as if a strange new light had been shed upon it; and instantly she felt that if she had it to do again she would not set the table in this husband-and-wife way. She was smitten with self-consciousness; and thinking it over it seemed strange that she, who was so anxious to avoid all suggestion of intimacy, could have arranged such a token between them and not have been aware of it. In that all-silent place the act was like words--as if mere Things had spoken out loud. "That is a pretty bouquet you have," he remarked. The reference was to some spring flowers which she had plucked upon arriving and used to fill up her cup of joy, the said cup being one of Mr. Brown's. "Yes; I thought they were very sweet. In looks, I mean. Especially that blue kind." Then suddenly, as the thought struck her, "But you see so _many_ of them!" For a moment he looked disconcerted, like a man accused of something. Inquiringly he looked at the flowers, first at the ones which belonged to her, then at the thousands just like them all around. "But so did _you_ see a great many of them." This was his defense. "Oh, yes---- Well--but what I meant"--the fact being that she did not know what she meant any more than he knew what he meant--"was---- Of course _you_ would n't pick them for a bouquet, though, would you?" Instantly she felt that matters had been made worse. It was like offering final proof that he had not admired her flowers, really; and what was his defense? "Oh, no--I suppose I would n't. That is, not for myself." It was the first step of his approach! "Some people do not care for flowers so much as others do," she answered hurriedly. "I have even heard of persons to whom the perfume was offensive; especially in damp, warm weather. Odors are always strongest in damp weather, you know." It was a relief to feel that she had been able to lead away from it.