Then they were gone, but an eager hum of masculine voices was borne back to her ears on the light breeze:
"By Jove! what a beauty!"
"Heavens! was that a ghost?"
"What a lovely being! Who is she, Lancaster?" She heard his deep, musical voice answer carelessly:
"It is Miss West—a young lady who is staying in the neighborhood for the sketching, I believe."
They went on toward the ruins.
Leonora, with a deeper color in her fair face, bent over her sketch and rapidly put some finishing touches to it.
"Now I wonder where little Johnnie can be?" she thought.
She glanced up and saw Captain Lancaster coming back to her.