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"Jump out, and go home; I have not time to drive in."

She got out of the buggy, and, looking up at him as he rose to

adjust some part of the harness, said bravely: "I am very much obliged to you for my ride. I have not had such a

pleasure for years. I thank you very much."

"All very unnecessary, child. I am glad you enjoyed it."

He seated himself, and gathered up the reins, without looking at

her. But she put her hand on the top of the wheel, and said in an

apologetic tone: "Excuse me, sir; but may I wait in your study till you come home? I

want to ask you something." Her face flushed, and her voice trembled

with embarrassment.

"It may be late before I come home to-night. Can't you tell me now

what you want? I can wait."

"Thank you, sir; to-morrow will do as well, I suppose. I will not

detain you." She opened the gate and entered the yard. Dr. Hartwell

looked after her an instant, and called out, as he drove on: "Do as you like, Beulah, about waiting for me. Of course the study

is free to you at all times."

The walk, or rather carriage road, leading up to the house was

bordered by stately poplars and cedars, whose branches interlaced

overhead, and formed a perfect arch. Beulah looked up at the dark-

green depths among the cedars, and walked on with a feeling of

contentment, nay, almost of happiness, which was a stranger to her

heart. In front of the house, and in the center of a grassy circle,

was a marble basin, from which a fountain ascended. She sat down on

the edge of the reservoir, and, taking off her bonnet, gave

unrestrained license to her wandering thoughts. Wherever her eyes

turned, verdure, flowers, statuary met her gaze; the air was laden

with the spicy fragrance of jasmines, and the low, musical babble of

the fountain had something very soothing in its sound. With her keen

appreciation of beauty, there was nothing needed to enhance her

enjoyment; and she ceased to remember her sorrows. Before long,

however, she was startled by the sight of several elegantly dressed

ladies emerging from the house; at the same instant a handsome

carriage, which she had not previously observed, drove from a turn

in the walk and drew up to the door to receive them. Mrs. Chilton

stood on the steps, exchanging smiles and polite nothings, and, as

one of the party requested permission to break a sprig of geranium

growing near, she gracefully offered to collect a bouquet, adding,

as she severed some elegant clusters of heliotrope and jasmine: "Guy takes inordinate pride in his parterre, arranges and overlooks

all the flowers himself. I often tell him I am jealous of my

beautiful rivals; they monopolize his leisure so completely."