He had not been out of the Baron's grounds before since he was carried thence from the bungalow; and it was pleasant to be free once more, and able to stir without a nurse at his heels; and he swung along with his head and shoulders erect, walking with the confident stride of a man who has no doubt whatever of his immediate aim.
At the pergola he paused to reconnoiter, finding on the bench certain _vestigia_ that interested him deeply,--a pink parasol, a contrivance of straw, lace and pink roses that seemed to be a hat, and a June magazine.
He jumped upon the bench where once he had sat, an exile, a refugee, a person discussed in disagreeable terms by the newspapers, and studied the landscape.

Then he went on up the gradual slope of the meadow, until he came to the pasture wall.

It was under the trees beneath which Oscar had waited for Zmai that he found her.
"They told me you wouldn't dare venture out for a week," she said, advancing toward him and giving him her hand.
"That was what they told me," he said, laughing; "but I escaped from my keepers." "You will undoubtedly take cold,--without your hat!" "Yes; I shall undoubtedly have pneumonia from exposure to the Virginia sunshine.

I take my chances." "You may sit on the wall for three minutes; then you must go back.

I can not be responsible for the life of a wounded hero." "Please!" He held up his hand.