"I am afraid you are finding it very dull at the rancho.

The prospect is certainly not very enlivening from where you stand." Clarence protested with a visible pleasure in his eyes, as he held back a spray before the opening.
"If you are not afraid of being worse bored, come in here and talk with me.

You have never seen this part of the house, I think,--my own sitting-room.

You reach it from the hall in the gallery.

But Lola or Anita will show you the way." He reentered the gateway, and quickly found the hall,--a narrow, arched passage, whose black, tunnel-like shadows were absolutely unaffected by the vivid, colorless glare of the courtyard without, seen through an opening at the end.