"What an evening!" said Fleda. "Queechy is doing its best to deserve our regards under this light. Mr. Olmney, did you ever notice the beautiful curve of the hills in that hollow where the sun sets?"
"I do notice it now," he said.
"It is exquisite!" said the doctor. "Captain Rossitur, do you observe, Sir in that hollow where the sun sets?"
Captain Rossitur's eye made a very speedy transition from the hills to Fleda, who had fallen back a little to take Hugh's arm, and placing herself between him and Mr. Olmney, was giving her attention undividedly to the latter. And to him she talked perseveringly of the mountains, the country, and the people, till they reached the courtyard gate. Mr. Olmney then passed on. So did the doctor, though invited to tarry, averring that the sun had gone down behind the firmament, and he had something to attend to at home.
"You will come in, Thorn," said Charlton.
"Why, I had intended returning; but the sun has gone down indeed, and as our friend says there is no chance of our seeing him again, I may as well go in and take what comfort is to be had in the circumstances. Gentle Euphrosyne, doth it not become the Graces to laugh?"
"They always ask leave, Sir," said Fleda, hesitating.
"A most Grace-ful answer, though it does not smile upon me," said Thorn.
"I am sorry, Sir," said Fleda, smiling now, "that you have so many silver pennies to dispose of we shall never get at the gold."
"I will do my very best," said he.