CHAPTER XIII.
Three days passed in which Mr.Wilder and Tony industriously climbed, and in which nothing of consequence passed between Constance and Tony.

If she happened to be about when the expeditions either started or came to an end (and for one reason or another she usually was) she ignored him entirely; and he ignored her, except for an occasional mockingly deferential bow.

He appeared to extract as much pleasure from the excursions as Mr.Wilder, and he asked for no extra compensation by the way.
It was Tuesday again, just a week and a day since the young American had dropped over the wall of Villa Rosa asking for the garden of the prince.
Tony and Mr.Wilder were off on a trip; Miss Hazel and Constance on the point of sitting down to afternoon tea--there were no guests to-day--when the gardener from the Hotel du Lac appeared with a message from Nannie Hilliard.

She and her aunt had arrived half an hour before, which was a good two days earlier than they were due.

Constance read the note with a clouded brow and silently passed it to Miss Hazel.