Pioneer Johnnie looked forward to another sylvan pilgrimage with boyish glee.

Merriment had exchanged places with murmuring and regret.

The secretary alone remained in a state bordering on hesitation.

He would indeed miss his boyish companion, yet the sense of his presence gave pain.

Though not expressed by word or action, he was aware of the deep and passionate attachment which Lieutenant Trevelyan had formed for Lady Rosamond Seymour.