Each guest endeavored to make the most of this friendly meeting.

Even Lady Bereford strove to forget her feelings and rally her former spirits and dignified stateliness.

Bereford Castle enjoyed a season of delight.
One lovely evening afterwards several voices mingled in the shrubbery adjoining the garden.

Maude was conversing in animated tones with Fanny Trevelyan.

Geoffrey Seymour had played truant to his lady love by gallant attention to Mary Douglas.
In a remote corner, almost beyond hearing of these, and scarcely visible through the foliage, were the forms of a lady and gentleman seated beneath the sheltering branches of a stately elm.