My father can say what he likes and do what he likes, but I marry you--to-morrow if you like." "That's just it," said Archie, flushing, "we can't marry." "Why ?" she asked, much astonished.
Hope looked at the ground and drew patterns with his cane-point in the sand.

They were seated in the hot sunshine--for the Indian summer still continued--under a moldering brick wall, which ran around the most delightful of kitchen gardens.

This was situated at the back of the Pyramids, and contained a multiplicity of pot herbs and fruit trees and vegetables.

It resembled the Fairy Garden in Madame D'Alnoy's story of The White Cat, and in the autumn yielded a plentiful crop of fine-flavored fruit.

But now the trees were bare and the garden looked somewhat forlorn for lack of greenery.