It would have been wiser had he taken her home altogether.

Lawson could have desired no better arrangement, so far as his wishes were concerned.
On the day succeeding that on which Lawson left New York, Caroline was taking her morning walk with two or three companions, when she noticed a mark on a certain tree, which she knew as a sign that her lover was in the neighborhood and awaiting her in the secluded glen, half a mile distant, where they had already met.

Feigning to have forgotten something, she ran back, but as soon as she was out of sight of her companions, she glided off with rapid steps in the direction where she expected to find Lawson.

And she was not disappointed.
"Dear Caroline!" he exclaimed, with affected tenderness, drawing his arm about her and kissing her cheek, as he met her.

"How happy I am to see you again! Oh! it has seemed months since I looked upon your sweet young face." "And yet it is only a week since you were here," returned Caroline, looking at him fondly.
"I cannot bear this separation.