“Beautiful, yes! but, my dear madam,” exclaimed the doctor, in didactic tones, “a garden in Malaya, where I ask you to go—the jungle gorgeous with flowers—the silver river sparkling in the eternal sunshine—the green of the ever-verdant woods—the mountains lifting—”
“Thank you, doctor,” said the little lady, “that is very pretty; but when I was a young girl they took me to see the ‘Lady of Lyons,’ and I remember that a certain mock prince describes his home to the lady something in that way—a palace lifting to eternal summer—and lo! as they say in the old classic stories, it was only a gardener’s cottage after all!”
The matter-of-fact little body had got over her emotion, and this remark completely extinguished the doctor for the time.
Volume One—Chapter Ten.
Miss Rosebury Speaks Seriously.
The next day, when the visitors had been driven back by the Reverend Arthur, his sister met him upon the step, and taking his arm, led him down the garden to the vine-house.
“Let us go in here, Arthur,” she said. “It is such a good place to talk in; there is no fear of being overheard.”
“Yes, it is a quiet retired place,” he said thoughtfully.