She took them in her hand--how unlike other women she is after all, in spite of her hatred of Bohemia!--and, raising them to her lips, she waved a farewell through them to the great common lying behind us in the evening sun.

"How beautiful! how beautiful! This English country is so kind, so friendly! It has gone to my heart.

Good-night, you wonderful place!" 'She had conquered me altogether.

It was done so warmly--with such a winning, spontaneous charm.

I cannot say what pleasure I got out of those primroses lying in her soft ungloved hand all the way home.