Shall we go and sit in that recess?
I'll bring you some wine--" "No, thanks," she said, quickly; she could not bear him to leave her.
He led her to one of the recesses leading on to the fernery, and found her a seat near a softly plashing fountain.

The lights were shaded with rose-coloured silk and threw a soft, warm glow upon her face and snowy neck.
For the hundredth time, as he looked at her, he thought how beautiful she was, and for the hundredth time compared her to Ida, of course to his sweetheart's advantage.

She leant back in the luxurious lounge with her eyes bent on her jewelled fan, and seemed lost in thought.

Then suddenly she said: "Do you know how long we have been here, Mr.Orme?
It is a tremendous time.

I told my father to-night that we must take our departure." "Oh, no!" he said.