And now, gallant gentlemen, let us join the bowlers." And so they went back and spent a merry evening, all except poor Rose, who, ere she went back, had poured all her sorrows into Lady Grenville's ear.

For the kind woman, knowing that she was motherless and guileless, carried her off into Mrs.St.Leger's chamber, and there entreated her to tell the truth, and heaped her with pity but with no comfort.

For indeed, what comfort was there to give?
* * * * * Three o'clock, upon a still pure bright midsummer morning.

A broad and yellow sheet of ribbed tide-sands, through which the shallow river wanders from one hill-foot to the other, whispering round dark knolls of rock, and under low tree-fringed cliffs, and banks of golden broom.
A mile below, the long bridge and the white walled town, all sleeping pearly in the soft haze, beneath a cloudless vault of blue.

The white glare of dawn, which last night hung high in the northwest, has travelled now to the northeast, and above the wooded wall of the hills the sky is flushing with rose and amber.
A long line of gulls goes wailing up inland; the rooks from Annery come cawing and sporting round the corner at Landcross, while high above them four or five herons flap solemnly along to find their breakfast on the shallows.