But here we are at the house; I see the girls have walked over to our neighbors'.

Perhaps you would like to have a few moments to yourself before you dress for dinner, and your portmanteau, which has been sent for, comes from your hotel.

You must be tired of seeing so many people." Paul was glad to accept any excuse for being alone, and, thanking his hostess, followed a servant to his room--a low-ceilinged but luxuriously furnished apartment on the first floor.

Here he threw himself on a cushioned lounge that filled the angle of the deep embrasure--the thickness of the old adobe walls--that formed a part of the wooden-latticed window.

A Cape jessamine climbing beside it filled the room with its subtle, intoxicating perfume.