CHAPTER XIV.
THE TOWER WINDOW It is not to be expected that when one's thoughts lead so persistently to a certain place, one's feet will not follow, if they can; and David's could--so he went to seek his Lady of the Roses.
At four o'clock one afternoon, with his violin under his arm, he traveled the firm white road until he came to the shadowed path that led to the garden.

He had decided that he would go exactly as he went before.

He expected, in consequence, to find his Lady exactly as he had found her before, sitting reading under the roses.

Great was his surprise and disappointment, therefore, to find the garden with no one in it.
He had told himself that it was the sundial, the roses, the shimmering pool, the garden itself that he wanted to see; but he knew now that it was the lady--his Lady of the Roses.

He did not even care to play, though all around him was the beauty that had at first so charmed his eye.