Of course Madge was in readiness, and in charming costume for a walk.

The moment they were on the steep path he had to admit that she appeared the superior of Miss Wildmere.

The one owed her bloom to artificial and metropolitan life; the other had gone to nature, and now acted as if her foot were on her native heath.

Her step was light, yet never uncertain.

Her progress was easy, and, although different, was quite as graceful as if she were promenading the piazza, proving that she was an adept in mountain-climbing.