She went with her brother into a large public garden, which seemed very pretty, but where she was surprised at seeing no carriages.

The afternoon was drawing to a close; the coarse, vivid grass and the slender tree-boles were gilded by the level sunbeams--gilded as with gold that was fresh from the mine.

It was the hour at which ladies should come out for an airing and roll past a hedge of pedestrians, holding their parasols askance.

Here, however, Eugenia observed no indications of this custom, the absence of which was more anomalous as there was a charming avenue of remarkably graceful, arching elms in the most convenient contiguity to a large, cheerful street, in which, evidently, among the more prosperous members of the bourgeoisie, a great deal of pedestrianism went forward.

Our friends passed out into this well lighted promenade, and Felix noticed a great many more pretty girls and called his sister's attention to them.