The smile was almost a laugh.
"But, John," she said, "I am not Mrs.Edward Ruggles.

I am Mary Blake." * * * * * The parapet was fifty feet above the terrace.

The hedge of box was an impervious screen.
* * * * * Well, and then, after a little of that sort of thing, they both began hurriedly to admire the view again, for some one was coming.

But it was only one of the gardeners, who did not understand English; and confidence being once more restored, they fell to discussing--everything.
"Do you think you could live in Homeville, dear ?" asked John after a while.
"I suppose I shall have to, shall I not ?" said Mary.

"And are you, too, really happy, John ?" John instantly proved to her that he was.