Here Halcyone sat down on a bench, looking over the wonderful scene.

She wanted to re-read a letter from her Aunt Roberta which had arrived as they were starting out.
The old ladies were delighted with their accession to a modest fortune, the matter was turning out well, and they hoped to have their ancient brougham repainted and a quiet horse to draw it, before very long, so that, even when it rained, they could have the pleasure of going to church.
William, the Aunt Roberta added, was really growing a little old for so many duties, and would, under the new and more prosperous _regime_, confine himself to being only butler.

Halcyone would find several changes on her return; among them the four gates had been mended! As she read this part of the letter, Halcyone almost sighed! The gates, especially the one of the beech avenue, had always been such friends of hers, she knew and loved each crack.

And then her thoughts wandered, as ever, to her lover.

Where was he and how had it fared with him?
Her serene calm was not disturbed--she felt certainty in every breath of the soft warm air--the certainty that the springtime of their souls had come.
Now, that same morning, John Derringham had arrived at the Grand Hotel, and, after breakfasting, had made his way to the hotel to which Mrs.
Porrit had informed him the Professor's letters were to be addressed.
And Demetrius, whom he asked for, hearing Mr.Carlyon was out, was able to give him information as to where his master had gone; so that he set off at once.
The Palace of the Caesars was rather a labyrinth to expect to find anybody in, but he would do his best.