That has not generally been the character of the race." Lucia felt inclined to say, "We do not think so of all Englishmen;" but she held her tongue.

Either intentionally, or by accident, Mr.Percy had stood, during this short dialogue, in such a manner as to prevent her from following Mrs.Bellairs when she turned back from the rose-bed; and, in spite of her sauciness, she was too shy to make any effort to pass.

He moved a little now, and she had half escaped, when he said, "I have not seen a really beautiful rose in Canada till now; may I have one ?" She was obliged to go back and gather one of her pet flowers for him; then choosing another for Mrs.Bellairs, she carried it to her friend, who, by this time had reached the pony-carriage, and was just taking her seat.
Lucia gave her the rose, and then remained standing by the little gate until Bob's head was turned towards home, when his mistress suddenly checked him.
"Oh! Lucia," she called out, "I had nearly forgotten; will you give Maurice a message for me ?" "Yes, if I see him," and for the first time in her life, Lucia blushed at Maurice's name.

But then Mr.Percy was looking at her.
"'If you see him,'" laughed Mrs.Bellairs "tell him, please, that I want him to pay me a little visit to-morrow morning before he goes to the office.

Say that it is very important and will only detain him a few minutes." "Very well." "Mind you don't forget.