Within his belt of trees the colonist, secure from the prevailing winds, would plant a garden to rival your gardens of the South--_'primus vere rosam atque autumno carpere Poma.'_" "Yes," added M.Raoul, taking fire; "and, perhaps, a plant of helichryse or a rose-cutting from Paestum, to twine about the house- pillars and comfort his exile." "M.

Raoul ?" Dorothea's voice interrupted them.

She stood by the looped curtain, and reproached Narcissus with a look.

"He has had no tea yet; it was cruel of you to detain him.

My brother, sir," she turned to Raoul, "has no conscience when once set going on his hobby; for, of course, you were discussing the pavement ?" "We were talking, Mademoiselle, at that moment of the things which brighten and comfort exile." She lowered her eyes, conscious of a blush, and half angry that it would not be restrained.
"And I was talking of tea, if that happens to be one of them," she replied, forcing a laugh.
"Well, well," said Narcissus, "take M.Raoul away and give him his tea; but he must come with me afterwards, while there is light, and we will go over the site together.