Being what I am, you must believe that you have not wearied me; that I think of you and wish to see you.

And Hugon, having possibly some care for his own neck, will do me no harm; that is a very foolish notion, which you must put from you.

Now listen." He knelt beside her and took her hand in his.
"After a while, perhaps, when the weather is cooler, and I must open my house and entertain after the fashion of the country; when the new Governor comes in, and all this gay little world of Virginia flocks to Williamsburgh; when I am a Councilor, and must go with the rest, and must think of gold and place and people,--why, then, maybe, our paths will again diverge, and only now and then will I catch the gleam of your skirt, mountain maid, brown Audrey! But now in these midsummer days it is a sleepy world, that cares not to go bustling up and down.

I am alone in my house; I visit not nor am visited, and the days hang heavy.

Let us make believe for a time that the mountains are all around us, that it was but yesterday we traveled together.