"We have not much to boast of, at present, Mr. Haveloc," said she; "we look to the hot weather to set her up again."
"You must allow me to take you on a cruise in my yacht," said Mr. Haveloc pointing to the vessel in the distance. "Sea voyages are said to be very good for invalids; and I am becoming quite an experienced sailor."
"You used to threaten something of that kind at Sorrento," said Mrs. Fitzpatrick.
"Yes! but the fancy has gone off as you said it would," he replied. "I shall get rid of my yacht in the autumn, and go abroad again."
"What not tired of travelling yet!" said Mrs. Fitzpatrick.
"It is not exactly the love of travelling; but I have promised a friend of mine to go with him to the Pyrenees—a young barrister, who has a few weeks of liberty in the autumn, and who likes to use it to the utmost."
"What a delightful tour!" said Aveline. "There is nothing equal to mountain scenery."
"But you know, Miss Fitzpatrick, I am not properly sensible of the charms of mountain scenery."
"That is very wrong," said Aveline, looking up to him with a smile. "I was in hopes you might have reformed before now."
"There were three things I remember that I did not justly appreciate," said Mr. Haveloc; "moonlight, monks, and mountains."