CHAPTER X.
THE LOVERS .-- THE ENCOUNTER AND QUARREL OF THE RIVALS.
Two such I saw, what time the laboured ox In his loose traces from the furrow came.
-- Comus.
Pedro.

Now do me noble right.
Rod.

I'll satisfy you; But not by the sword.
-- Beaumont and Fletcher .-- The Pilgrim.
While Walter and the Corporal enjoyed the above conversation, Madeline and Aram, whom Lester soon left to themselves, were pursuing their walk along the solitary fields.

Their love had passed from the eye to the lip, and now found expression in words.
"Observe," said he, as the light touch of one who he felt loved him entirely rested on his arm,--"Observe, as the later summer now begins to breathe a more various and mellow glory into the landscape, how singularly pure and lucid the atmosphere becomes.

When, two months ago, in the full flush of June, I walked through these fields, a grey mist hid yon distant hills and the far forest from my view.