I gathered a big bunch of it for Cousin Nelly yesterday." For a while they sped on in silence.

Arthur was intent on the wheel, and Gabriella could think of nothing to say to him that she had not said in Jane's drawing-room.

When at last they left the desolation of improvement, and came out into the natural country, the sun was already low, and the forest of pines along the glowing, horizon was like an impending storm.

Once Arthur stopped, and they got out to gather wild honeysuckle by the roadside; then with the sticky, heavily scented blossoms in her lap, they went on again toward the sunset, still silent, still separated by an impalpable barrier.

"He is just what I thought he would be," she thought sadly.