It was a large, ill-cultivated space, more orchard than garden, with patches of smooth turf, through which daffodils and lilies were scattered, and little clusters of carnations occasionally showed where flower-beds had once existed.

'What would I not give,' thought Joe, as he strolled along the velvety sward, over which a clear moonlight had painted the forms of many a straggling branch--'What would I not give to be the son of a house like this, with an old and honoured name, with an ancestry strong enough to build upon for future pretensions, and then with an old home, peaceful, tranquil, and unmolested, where, as in such a spot as this, one might dream of great things, perhaps more, might achieve them! What books would I not write! What novels, in which, fashioning the hero out of my own heart, I could tell scores of impressions the world had made upon me in its aspect of religion, or of politics, or of society! What essays could I not compose here--the mind elevated by that buoyancy which comes of the consciousness of being free for a great effort! Free from the vulgar interruptions that cling to poverty like a garment, free from the paltry cares of daily subsistence, free from the damaging incidents of a doubtful position and a station that must be continually asserted.

That one disparagement, perhaps, worst of all,' cried he aloud: 'how is a man to enjoy his estate if he is "put upon his title" every day of the week?
One might as well be a French Emperor, and go every spring to the country for a character.' 'What shocking indignity is this you are dreaming of ?' said a very soft voice near him, and turning he saw Nina, who was moving across the grass, with her dress so draped as to show the most perfect instep and ankle with a very unguarded indifference.
'This is very damp for you; shall we not come out into the walk ?' said he.
'It is very damp,' said she quickly; 'but I came because you said you had a message for me: is this true ?' 'Do you think I could deceive you ?' said he, with a sort of tender reproachfulness.
'It might not be so very easy, if you were to try,' replied she, laughing.
'That is not the most gracious way to answer me.' 'Well, I don't believe we came here to pay compliments; certainly I did not, and my feet are very wet already--look there, and see the ruin of a _chaussure_ I shall never replace in this dear land of coarse leather and hobnails.' As she spoke she showed her feet, around which her bronzed shoes hung limp and misshapen.
'Would that I could be permitted to dry them with my kisses,' said he, as, stooping, he wiped them with his handkerchief, but so deferentially and so respectfully, as though the homage had been tendered to a princess.

Nor did she for a moment hesitate to accept the service.
'There, that will do,' said she haughtily.

'Now for your message.' 'We are going away, mademoiselle,' said Atlee, with a melancholy tone.
'And who are "we," sir ?' 'By "we," mademoiselle, I meant to convey Walpole and myself.' And now he spoke with the irritation of one who had felt a pull-up.
'Ah, indeed!' said she, smiling, and showing her pearly teeth.