Come and let me show you my dial that I have just had put up." There was no load at Audrey's heart: the vision of Molly had passed; the fear of Hugon was a dwindling cloud.

She was safe in this old sunny garden, with harm shut without.

And as a flower opens to the sunshine, so because she was happy she grew more fair.

Audrey every day, Audrey of the infrequent speech and the wide dark eyes, the startled air, the shy, fugitive smiles,--that was not Audrey of the garden.

Audrey of the garden had shining eyes, a wild elusive grace, laughter as silvery as that which had rung from her sister's lips, years agone, beneath the sugar-tree in the far-off blue mountains, quick gestures, quaint fancies which she feared not to speak out, the charm of mingled humility and spirit; enough, in short, to make Audrey of the garden a name to conjure with.
They came to the sun-dial, and leaned thereon.