Lumley gathered one of the flowers, and presented it to her.

Evelyn was a few steps in advance.
"There is no thorn in this rose," said he; "may the offering be an omen.
You are now Evelyn's friend, oh, be mine; she is to be your guest.

Do not scorn to plead for me." "Can _you_ want a pleader ?" said Caroline, with a slight tremor in her voice.
"Charming Miss Merton, love is diffident and fearful; but it must now find a voice, to which may Evelyn benignly listen.

What I leave unsaid--would that my new friend's eloquence could supply." He bowed slightly, and joined Evelyn.

Caroline understood the hint, and returned alone and thoughtfully to the house.
"Miss Cameron--Evelyn--ah, still let me call you so, as in the happy and more familiar days of your childhood, I wish you could read my heart at this moment.