Chapter Five(4)

For if he was not, why did he not look at the beautiful scenery? Why the startled glances, quickly drawn away before the other could notice, at his companion?
But there was of course, no direct answer to the questions Cecilia might pose as an onlooker.
They turned a corner onto a wider path, and the flowers receded, replaced by tall trees, great canopies interlacing together and towering above spotless green grass, shadows creating curious puzzle-pieces of light and darkness across the dust-colored pavement.