Mr.Haward will expect one of us to sit without, and you had as well go as I.If he's talking to Darden, you might get some larkspur and gilliflowers for the table.

La! the flowers that used to wither beneath the candles at my Lady Squander's!" Audrey, finding the two men in conversation beneath the apple-tree, passed on to the ragged garden, where clumps of hardy, bright-colored flowers played hide-and-seek with currant and gooseberry bushes.

Haward saw her go, and broke the thread of his discourse.

Darden looked up, and the eyes of the two men met; those of the younger were cold and steady.

A moment, and his glance had fallen to his watch which he had pulled out.