Oddly enough, this coarse, overbearing planter went in a certain awe of that slim girl.

It was as if she had inherited from her father the respect in which he had always been held by his brother.
Lord Julian, who began to find Bishop disgusting beyond endurance, excused himself soon after, and went in quest of the lady.

He had yet to deliver the message from Captain Blood, and this, he thought, would be his opportunity.

But Miss Bishop had retired for the night, and Lord Julian must curb his impatience--it amounted by now to nothing less--until the morrow.
Very early next morning, before the heat of the day came to render the open intolerable to his lordship, he espied her from his window moving amid the azaleas in the garden.

It was a fitting setting for one who was still as much a delightful novelty to him in womanhood as was the azalea among flowers.