'It is the best.

Now let her take your arm.' Lucy looked up at Mrs.Burgoyne, smiling tremulously.

'Thank you!--thank you! What a trouble I am!' She put out her free hand, but Mrs.Burgoyne seemed to have moved away.

It was taken by Manisty, who drew it within his arm.
They descended slowly, and just as they were emerging from the heavy shadow of the lane into the mingled sunset and moonlight of the open 'Giardino, sounds reached them that made them pause in astonishment.
'Reggie!' said Manisty--'and Neal! Listen! Good gracious!--there they are!' And sure enough, there in the dim light behind the farm-building, gathered in a group round the tea-baskets, laughing, and talking eagerly with each other, or with Aristodemo, was the whole lost party--the two ladies and the two men.

And beside the group, held by another peasant, was a white horse with a side-saddle.
Manisty called.