But even though he might not have this joy, he got rather a fine pleasure out of the fact of sharing the secret of the crossing with her, and he had the satisfaction of meeting her soft eyes in one lightning comprehending glance.
They chatted on about the view and the beauties of the neighborhood, and they all laughed often at some sally of Cora's--no one could resist her joyous, bubbling good-fellowship.

She had all the sparkle of her clever nation, and the truest, kindest heart.

Halcyone had never spoken to another young girl in her life, and felt like a yearling horse--a desire to whinny to a fellow colt and race up and down with him beside the dividing fence of their paddocks.

A new light of youth and sweetness came into her pale face.
"I do wish I might ask you to come round by the road," she said, "and see it near, but, as Mr.Derringham knows, my aunts are very old, and one is almost an invalid now, so we never have any visitors at all." "Of course, we quite understand," said Cora, quickly, touched at once by this simple speech.

"But we should so love you to come over to us." "Alas!" said Halcyone, "it is indeed the Styx." And here they arrived at the boarded-up gate, where further view was impossible, and from which onwards the lands ceased to join.
"Good-by!" they called to one another, even Arabella Clinker joining in the chorus, while Cora Lutworth ran back to say: "Some day we'll meet--outside the Styx.