go on with him, it's simply disgusting; he
might let himself out as a watering-cart."

"But we can't get another here."

"Then he must cool himself, the others might come and fan him. I won't
go on till he is cool, and that's flat."

"He will take hours to cool, and meanwhile we are broiling on this hot
road. You really must come on, Agatha."

"I have it," said Arthur. "Miss Terry must turn herself round with her
head towards the back of the hammock, and then she won't see him."

To this arrangement the aggrieved lady was after some difficulty
persuaded to accede, and the procession started again.

Their destination reached, they picnicked as they had arranged, and
then separated, the bride and bridegroom strolling off in one
direction, and Mildred and Arthur in another, whilst Miss Terry
mounted guard over the plates and dishes.

Presently Arthur and Mildred came to a little English-looking grove of
pine and oak, that extended down a gentle slope and was bordered by a
steep bank, at the foot of which great ferns and beautiful Madeira
flowers twined themselves into a shelter from the heat. Here they sat
down and gazed at the splendid and many-tinted view set in its
background of emerald ocean.

"What a view it is," said Arthur. "Look, Mildred, how dark the clumps
of sugar-cane look against the green of the vines, and how pretty the
red roofs of the town are peeping out of the groves of fruit-trees. Do
you see the great shadow thrown upon the sea by that cliff? how deep
and cool the water looks within it, and how it sparkles where the sun
strikes."

"Yes, it is beautiful, and the pines smell sweet."

"I wish Angela could see it," he said, half to himself. Mildred, who
was lying back lazily among the ferns, her hat off, her eyes closed,
so that the long dark lashes lay upon her cheek, and her head resting
on her arm, suddenly started up.

"What is the matter?"

"Nothing, you woke me from a sort of dream, that's all."

"This spring I remember going with her to look at a view near the
Abbey House, and saying--what I often think when I look at anything
beautiful and full of life--that it depressed one to know that all
this was so much food for death, and its beauty a thing that to-day is
and to-morrow is not."

"And what did she say?"

"She said that to her it spoke of immortality, and that in everything
around her she saw evidence of eternal life."

"She must be very fortunate. Shall I tell you of what