The dusky water lay around them still as death, reflecting in black masses the overhanging pines. The air was warm and full of heavy odors and drowsy sounds, through which a bird's brief song rang out, now and then, thrillingly sweet.
The atmosphere seemed to Mrs. Jerome to become every moment more oppressive. A singular agitation began to stir in her breast, which showed itself in a faint streak of red upon either cheek. At last this feeling became unendurable, and she started with a sudden motion which caused the boat to rock perilously.
Granger, roused by this movement, seized the oars, and with a skilful stroke brought the boat again to rest.
"Will you row across to the other side?" the lady said. "I saw some rare orchids there which must be in bloom by this time."
Granger took up the oars again and rowed as directed. When the orchids had been found and gathered, at Mrs. Jerome's request he spread her a shawl beneath a tree, and seated himself near her.
"How beautiful it is here!" she said, after a pause. "I would like to stay and see the moon rise over those pines. It rises early to-night. You don't mind staying?" she added, looking at Granger.
"No—" he answered, slowly, "I don't mind it in the least."
"How different it must look here in winter!" she said, presently.
"Yes; as different as life and death."