"The very thought of the fresh air has done you good," he said.
"It is not that, Grantley—not that."
He looked at her tenderly, understanding all that her words meant.
"Because we are happy?" he whispered.
"With your love and confidence to bless my life I have all the happiness I can ask," she said, earnestly.
He led her down the steps, seated her upon her horse, and they rode away down the hill, and dashed out upon the pleasant road.
"We will go over the hills," Grantley said; "the air is so delightful there, and one has such a magnificent view of the ocean."
"I believe you would be wretched away from the boisterous old sea," said Elizabeth, laughing.
"I do love it; when I was a boy my one desire was to be a sailor. Some time, Bessie, we will have a yacht and go cruising about to our heart's content; after Elsie is married though, for she suffers so dreadfully from fright and illness."
"It would be very pleasant, Grantley."