I have already a coupe reserved." "I come with you," she murmured.

"I am very weary of this city." They walked on for a few paces in silence.

Bellamy looked around the gardens, brilliant with flowering shrubs and rose trees, with here and there some delicate piece of statuary half-hidden amongst the wealth of foliage.

The villa had once belonged to a royal favorite, and the grounds had been its chief glory.

They reached a sheltered seat and sat down.