"The Princess and her waiting-maid," said Unity demurely, "will come very soon." She rose from the green bench.

"The waiting-maid is going now to her harpsichord!" Her eyes rested upon the younger Cary.

"Will you be so very good as to turn the leaves for me ?" Fairfax Cary embracing with alacrity the chance of goodness, the two went into the house.

The dusk deepened; the odour of honeysuckle and syringa grew heavier, and white moths sailed by on their way to the lighted windows.
"Since love--since love is blissful sorrow, Then bid the lad--then bid the lad-- Then bid the lad a fair good morrow!" flowed in soprano from the parlour.
Colonel Churchill laid down his pipe and lifted his burly figure from the great chair.

"I forgot," he remarked to Jacqueline, "to tell your Aunt Nancy that Charles Carter is going to marry Miss Lewis," and he left the porch.