"There is a vacant seat under that acacia, and you will hear the music quite well.

There, let me take you to it; the afternoon is unusually warm, in spite of the river breeze." Rather to his surprise, she bent her head in assent, in her queenly way, and he guided her to the cool retreat.
"Will you not sit down too ?" she asked in rather a hesitating manner, but there was no coquetry in her glance.

Malcolm shook his head.
"I must look out for Dysart and the other man," he observed, "or they will think I have spirited you away.

I am not the least tired.

What a pretty scene it is, Miss Jacobi! Look at those children dancing under the elm trees." "They seem very happy," was her reply; but there was a sad expression in her eyes.