Arrayed in her ordinary dress, Bessie Darrell went down the back stairs and seated herself on the porch steps. In a few moments Hugh joined her. "Do you feel tired," he asked.
"Tired! No, indeed. Horseback riding never tired me. You will take me again to-morrow night?"
" I think it is you that takes me, Brownie. Is Marr there?"
"Yes; quoting poetry like everything. I heard him out of the front-hall window; something about 'a rosy cloud,' I believe. "
"Are they sitting directly under the hall window?" asked Hugh.
"Yes ; in two arm-chairs, side by side."
"Let us go up and have a look at them," said Hugh. So up they stole, and took their places at the upper window.
The old stone house was two stories high, with wings on each side, which projected out beyond the main building; the space enclosed by stone walls on three sides was floored with stone, and
