"What have you there ?" he asked, noticing his book.
"Coleridge's _Ancient Mariner_; I was going to read it," replied Louis; "but now Alfred has come we shall talk: shall we not, Alfred ?" This was accompanied by another look of grateful pleasure at Alfred's brother.
What was passing in Hamilton's mind was not to be gathered from his countenance, which exhibited no emotion of any kind.

He turned to Trevannion, as their party was strengthened by Churchill, remarking, "Here comes the sucking fish." "It's _uncommon_ hot," said Churchill, taking off his hat, and fanning himself with his handkerchief.
"_Dreadful_ warm," said Frank Digby, in exactly the same tone.
"And there is not a breath of wind on the horrid downs," continued the sapient youth, perfectly unconscious of Frank's mimicry.
"What will the fair Louisa do ?" cried Frank: "O that a zephyr would have pity on that delicate form!" Across their path lay a wagon, from which the horses had been detached, and which now offered a tempting though homely shelter to those among the pedestrians who might choose to sit on the shady side, or to avail themselves of the accommodation afforded by the awning over the interior.
Ferrers threw himself full length inside the cart: and Louis, drawing Alfred to the shady side, seated himself by him on the grass.

His example was followed by Churchill, who exclaimed rapturously as he did so, "How nice! This puts me in mind of a Latin sentence; I forget the Latin, but I remember the English--'Oh, 'tis pleasant to sit in the shade!'" "Of a wagon," said Frank, laughing.

"Remarkably romantic! It is so sweet to hear the birds chirp, and the distant hum of human voices--but language fails! As for Lady Louisa, she is in the Elysium of ecstasy.
It's _so_ romantic." "Are you going to Bristol, Frank, for I'm off ?" said Hamilton.
"Coming," replied Frank.

"We'll leave these romantic mortals to their sequestered glen.