Around its rim were graved two lines from Herrick, and Audrey traced the letters with her finger.
"The philosophy is sound," remarked Haward, "and the advice worth the taking.

Let us go see if there are any rosebuds to gather from the bushes yonder.

Damask buds should look well against your hair, child." When they came to the rosebushes he broke for her a few scarce-opened buds, and himself fastened them in the coils of her hair.

Innocent and glad as she was,--glad even that he thought her fair,--she trembled beneath his touch, and knew not why she trembled.

When the rosebuds were in place they went to see the clove pinks, and when they had seen the clove pinks they walked slowly up another alley of box, and across a grass plot to a side door of the house; for he had said that he must show her in what great, lonely rooms he lived.
Audrey measured the height and breadth of the house with her eyes.