it was an oppressive day, and, after dinner, lucie proposed that the wine should be carried out under the plane-tree, and they should sit there in the air. as everything turned upon her, and revolved about her, they went out under the plane-tree, and she carried the wine down for the special benefit of mr. lorry. she had installed herself, some time before, as mr. lorry's cup-bearer; and while they sat under the plane-tree, talking, she kept his glass replenished. mysterious backs and ends of houses peeped at them as they talked, and the plane-tree whispered to them in its own way above their heads.