"What could presumptuous hope inspire."--Rokeby.

There had been the usual foretaste of winter, rather sharp for

Avonmouth, and though a trifle to what it was in less sheltered places,

quite enough to make the heliotropes sorrowful, strip the fig-trees, and

shut Colonel Keith up in the library. Then came the rain, and the result

was that the lawn of Myrtlewood became too sloppy for the most ardent

devotees of croquet; indeed, as Bessie said, the great charm of the

sport was that one could not play it above eight months in the year.

The sun came back again, and re-asserted the claim of Avonmouth to be

a sort of English Mentone; but drying the lawn was past its power, and

Conrade and Francis were obliged to console themselves by the glory

of taking Bessie Keith for a long ride. They could not persuade their

mother to go with them, perhaps because she had from her nursery-window

sympathized with Cyril's admiration of the great white horse that was

being led round to the door of Gowanbrae.

She said she must stay at home, and make the morning calls that the

charms of croquet had led her to neglect, and in about half an hour

from that time she was announced in Miss Williams' little parlour,

and entered with a hurried, panting, almost pursued look, a frightened

glance in her eyes, and a flush on her cheek, such as to startle both

Ermine and the Colonel.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, as if still too much perturbed to know quite what

she was saying, "I--I did not mean to interrupt you."

"I'm only helping Rose to change the water of her hyacinths," said

Colonel Keith, withdrawing his eyes and attention to the accommodation

of the forest of white roots within the purple glass.

"I did not know you were out to-day," said Lady Temple, recovering

herself a little.

"Yes, I came to claim my walking companion. Where's your hat, Rosie?"

And as the child, who was already equipped all but the little brown hat,

stood by her aunt for the few last touches to the throat of her jacket,

he leant down and murmured, "I thought he was safe out riding."

"Oh no, no, it is not that," hastily answered Lady Temple, a fresh

suffusion of crimson colour rustling over her face, and inspiring an

amount of curiosity that rendered a considerable effort of attention

necessary to be as supremely charming a companion as Rose generally

found him in the walks that he made it his business to take with her.

He turned about long before Rose thought they had gone far enough, and

when he re-entered the parlour there was such an expectant look on his

face that Ermine's bright eyes glittered with merry mischief, when she

sent Rose to take off her walking dress. "Well!" he said.




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