No one else was stirring; there was nothing to jar his nerves; everything was harmonious, fresh, beautiful, and young.

And the harmony of it all consisted in this, that Austin was fresh, and beautiful, and young himself.
"Well, and how did ye fare at the Court ?" asked Lubin, as Austin joined him.

"Was it as fine a place as you reckoned it would be ?" "Oh, Lubin, it was lovely!" cried Austin, enthusiastically.

"I do wish you could see it.

And the garden! Of course this one's lovely too, and I love it, but the garden at the Court is simply divine.