"What should I say?" asked Margaret, still walking on.
"Do you detest me?"
"You!—No."
They arrived before the gate of the cottage.
Margaret held out her hand to him.
"Good night," said she, in a calm voice. "Let me see you to-morrow."
CHAPTER XIII.
Steig' empor, o Morgenroth, und rôthe
Mit purpurnem Küsse Hain und Feld!
Säus'le nieder, Abendroth und Flöte
Sanft in Schlummer die erstorb'ne Welt;
Morgen—ach! Du röthest
Eine Todtensflor,
Ach! und du, o Abendroth! umflötest
Meinen langen Schlummer nur.
SCHILLER.
"There is no one in the verandah," said Mr. Haveloc, coming back to the side of Aveline. "It was your fancy. You have not yet forgotten the gipsy."
Aveline smiled, and signed to him to take a chair close to the sofa.