Drives, then, and riding; the glowing return at sunset--the cheerful cup of tea--the reappearance, in delightful toilet, for the evening dance--windows--balconies--piazzas--moonlight! Every time that Fanny, warm with the dance, declared that she must have fresh air, and that was every time she danced with Alfred, she withdrew, attended by him, to the cool, dim piazza, and every time Mrs.Dinks beheld the departure.

On the cool, dim piazza the music sounded more faintly, the quiet moonlight filled the air, and life seemed all romance and festival.
"How beautiful after the hot room!" Fanny said, one evening as they sat there.
"Yes, how beautiful!" replied Alfred.
"How happy I feel!" sighed Fanny.

"Ever since I have been here I have been so happy!" "Have you been happy?
So I have been happy too.

How very funny!" replied Alfred.
"Yes; but pleasant too.

Sympathy is always pleasant." And Fanny turned her large black eyes upon him, while the young Dinks was perplexed by a singular feeling of happiness.
They were content to moralize upon sympathy for some time.