But shall a girl who would impose upon us the task of holding in our laughter at Tinman be much regretted?
There could be no companionship between us, Fellingham thought.
On an excursion to the English Lakes he saw the name of Van Diemen Smith in a visitors' book, and changed his ideas on the subject of companionship.

Among mountains, or on the sea, or reading history, Annette was one in a thousand.

He happened to be at a public ball at Helmstone in the Winter season, and who but Annette herself came whirling before him on the arm of an officer! Fellingham did not miss his chance of talking to her.

She greeted him gaily, and speaking with the excitement of the dance upon her, appeared a stranger to the serious emotions he was willing to cherish.

She had been to the Lakes and to Scotland.