When they retraced their steps to the loggia, the butler and footman were setting out a rustic tea-table.
"And so you have been staying at the Wood House ?" began Mrs.Godfrey as she handed Malcolm his tea.

"Elizabeth Templeton's letter this morning almost took my breath away.

What a small world it is after all, Mr.
Herrick!" "Life treads on life," murmured Malcolm, "and heart on heart;" "We press too close in church or mart To keep a dream or grave apart." "How true!" was the quiet rejoinder.

"Mrs.Browning said that.

Well, do you know, I was quite childishly surprised when I heard you had been a guest at the Wood House.