The vexation I felt with myself gave, after the manner of men, some sharpness to the tone of my remonstrance with her.
"I bade you, and you promised, to tell me as soon as you felt tired; and you have let me almost tire you to death! Your obedience, however strict in theory, reminds me in practice of that promised by women on Earth in their marriage-vow--and never paid or remembered afterwards." She did not answer; and finding that her strength was utterly exhausted, I carried her down the remainder of the hill and placed her in the carriage.

During our return neither of us spoke.

Ascribing her silence to habit or fatigue, perhaps to displeasure, and busied in recalling what I had seen and heard, I did not care to "make conversation," as I certainly should have done had I guessed what impression my taciturnity made on my companion's mind.

I was heartily glad for her sake when we regained the gate of her father's garden.
Committing the carriage to the charge of an amba, I half led, half carried Eveena along the avenue, overhung with the grand conical bells--gold, crimson, scarlet, green, white, or striped or variegated with some or all these colours--of the glorious _leveloo_, the Martial convolvulus.

Its light clinging stems and foliage hid the _astyra's_ arched branches overhead, and formed a screen on either side.