I actually have a longer C/P story that I wrote the first part of - must be 3 or 4 years ago (or longer) and just never finished it.

Flory was standing against the veranda rail, half facing the girl, but keeping his birthmarked cheek hidden.

They believed that the ladies and the gentlemen alike had covered them with endearments, were candidly, gushingly glad to make their acquaintance. They had not in the least seen what was manner, the minimum of decent profession, and what the subtle resignation of old races who have known a long historical discipline and have conventional forms for their feelings—forms resembling singularly little the feelings themselves. Francie took people at their word […] It would not have occurred to the girl that such things need have been said as a mere garniture. Her lover, whose life had been surrounded with garniture and who therefore might have been expected not to notice it, had a fresh sense of it now […]

Take one of the plantings over as a house-warming gift.