“Thank you,” replied Miss Bernard, and Basil bowed, while his eyes rested on Dawn.
“We should both be happy to see you again, Miss Wyman,” he said, taking her hand, and the horses having been brought to the door, he helped her into the saddle first, and then Mrs. Austin.
They bounded away, and were soon far from the hospitable home, discussing, as they rode side by side, the merits and beauties of its occupants.
“I did not tell you Miss Bernard's name. I think her brother did not mention it while we were there; now what do you think it can be?”
“I do not know; perhaps Margaret-a pearl. No, not that; maybe, Agathe, which signifies good; and yet I do not feel I have it yet.”
“No; guess again.”
“I thought once while there, it might be Beatrice, for she seems like one who blesses.”
“You are right. That is her name, and most nobly does she illustrate its signification.”
“I am glad, for I hoped it was. How strange their names should so suit their natures,” said Dawn, musingly.
“Not if you knew them and their ancestry. They are of German descent, and believe in all sorts of traditions, and, as I have said before, supernatural things. They live almost wholly in sentiment, and are little known save by a very few. I like them, yet I cannot tell why. When in their presence I feel a sort of transcendental charm, a something intangible, but restful to my soul. It's only with you and them, Dawn, that I ever feel thus, and that is why I brought you together.”