"I should think—to use his own phraseology—he must be 'over his head' somewhere," replied Mr. Linden.
Whereat Faith's laugh deepened, but the low sweet tone of it only sounded an instant.
"My dear!" said Mrs. Derrick, running out as they entered the gate, "ain't you very imprudent? Wasn't she very imprudent, Mr. Linden?"
"Very prudent, ma'am, for she wore a shawl."
"And didn't want that, mother," said Faith.
CHAPTER IV.
The illumination lasted through the night—until
"Night's candles were burnt out, and jocund day
Stood tip-toe on the misty mountain tops."
Very jocund she looked, with her light pink veils wreathing about the horizon, and the dancing white clouds which hurried up as the sun rose, driven by a fresh wind. Mr. Linden declared, when he came in to breakfast, that the day promised to equal the preceding night.
"And whoever wants more," he added, "must wait; for I think it will not surpass it."