She was missing the excitement of Captain Carroll's presence.
"The air is so refreshing away from the house," responded Maruja, with a bright energy that belied any suggestion of fatigue or moral disquietude.

"I'm tired of running against those turtle-doves in the walks and bushes.

Let us keep on to the lane.

If you are tired, Mr.
Raymond will give you his arm." They kept on, led by the indomitable little figure, who, for once, did not seem to linger over the attentions, both piquant and tender, with which Garnier improved his opportunity.

Given a shadowy lane, a lovers' moon, a pair of bright and not unkindly eyes, a charming and not distant figure--what more could he want?
Yet he wished she hadn't walked so fast.