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I--I am not very old yet." She withdrew her hands and bent her head, sitting there, still as a white-browed novice, listlessly considering the lengthening shadows at her feet.

But, as he rose and looked out across the waste with enchanted eyes that saw nothing, his heart suddenly leaped up quivering, as though his very soul had been drenched in immortal sunshine.
An hour later, when Nina discovered them there together, Eileen, curled up among the cushions in the swinging seat, was reading aloud "Evidences of Asiatic Influence on the Symbolism of Ancient Yucatan"; and Selwyn, astride a chair, chin on his folded arms, was listening with evident rapture.
"Heavens!" exclaimed Nina, "the blue-stocking and the fogy!--and yours _are_ pale blue, Eileen!--you're about as self-conscious as Drina--slumping there with your hair tumbling _a la_ Merode! Oh, it's very picturesque, of course, but a straight spine and good grooming is better.