“Hot water, quick,” she said, “for milord’s tea. Give me a sponge, too. He has broken a bottle of wine and the whole room is flooded.”
At these words Leon fell into a chair, and his companion did the same An intense desire to laugh overtook them both, and they had the greatest difficulty in restraining themselves. The young woman squeezed his hand joyfully.
“I think we will not go until the two o’clock train,” said Leon to the landlord. “Let us have a good meal at midday.”
The Lake of The Dismal Swamp.
BY JEANNETTE HOLLY.
