The contrast of her dark eyes and hair and warm olive complexion was simply superb, and Malcolm secretly clapped his hands and murmured "bravo" under his breath.

"She has the soul of the coquette and the artist too," he said to himself.

"Oh, woman, woman, surely Solomon had you in his thoughts when he declared 'All is vanity;'" and then he remembered Elizabeth Templeton and felt ashamed of his cynicism.

The next moment he noticed the coast was clear, and obeying an involuntary impulse he crossed the lawn.
Miss Jacobi welcomed him with a soft, flickering smile, but did not speak.
"Your court has deserted you, Miss Jacobi ?" "Not entirely," she returned.

"Captain Fawcett has gone to fetch me an ice--it is so hot in the tent--and Mr.Dysart is looking for my fan; they will be back presently." She spoke in rather a weary tone.
"Why do you stand here ?" he remonstrated.