Her criticism of the actors was indulgent; she felt the value of her praise, but was equally aware of the weight of her censure.

So the sunny afternoon went by.

Here and there a spectator nodded drowsily; others conversed under their breath--not of the bard of Avon.
The air was full of that insect humming which is nature's music at high summer-tide.
Upon the final applause followed welcome refreshment.

A table laden with dainties gleamed upon the sward.

Dymchurch looked after his ladies; but the elder of them soon wandered off amid the friendly throng, and May, who ate and drank with enjoyment, was able to give her companion the promised description of her activity at Northampton.