A squad of Chinese boys, busy with tiffin-baskets, found time to grin.

To this lively actress in the white gown they formed a sylvan audience under the gnarled boughs and the pagoda.
"Too late!" called the white-haired giant, indulgently, to the dismounting trio.

"Mr.Hackh, you should have come spurring." Rudolph advanced, pale, but with a calmness of which, afterward, he was justly proud.

The heroine of the moment turned toward him quickly, with a look more natural, more sincere, than she had ever given him.
"Is this Mr.Hackh ?" she said graciously.

"I've heard so much about you!" The young man himself was almost deceived.