[For Paul] Autumn--that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tend

[regency_twihard]

It's a brisk autumn day and Cathy has decided it's too good a day to spend cooped up in the house, and so she's donned her sturdiest walking dress, a warm Spencer jacket and her thick-soled walking shoes. Then she's packed a tin lunch pail with some rolls, dried fruit and a flask of clean water. And the pleasure to be found in a walk in the autumn

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[only_paul]

Of course they are quite well suited - Paul was just in the process of musing, his eyes on the golden leaves outside, that it would be lovely to go out on a walk.

It's like a Tissot, he tells himself - something golden and ephemeral. Ah, he does miss the golden alleys of his alma mater.

The knock distracts him, though, but the fresh face at the door makes him smile.

"Cathy!" he calls, "What a pleasure, come in!"

[regency_twihard]

"But of course," she says, stepping into the room, but keeping the door open for decorum's sake. "I was on my way out for a walk, the better to enjoy the autumn foliage, and I wondered if you might care to join me?"

[only_paul]

"Great minds do think alike," he says, chuckling. "I was just thinking that this golden afternoon was demanding that I step out."

He'll stand, and coming to kiss her hands, will add, "I'll just take my jacket."

[regency_twihard]

She'll beam as he kisses her hands. "I've brought along a light lunch for us both, so I am ready when you are," she says, glancing to her tin pail.