arwigs. Also
some spiders with frail long legs which they seemed to leave lying about
at the least and gentlest attempt to persuade them to go away, walked
about on me and would not walk anywhere else. But presently I left off
feeling them or caring and sank away deliciously into dreams, the last
thing I heard being the rustling of leaves, and the last thing I felt
the cool wind lifting my hair.

And now the truly literary, if he did not here digress into a
description of what he dreamed, which is a form of digression skipped by
the truly judicious, would certainly write 'How long I had slept I know
not,' and would then tell the reader that, waking with a start, he
immediately proceeded to shiver. I cannot do better than imitate him,
leaving out the start and the shiver, since I did neither, and altering
his method to suit my greater homeliness, remark that I don't know how
long I had been asleep because I had not looked at a watch when I began,
but opening my eyes in due season I found that they stared straight into
the eyes of Mrs. Harvey-Browne, and that she and Brosy were standing
side by side looking down at me.

Being a woman, my first thought was a fervent hope that I had not been
sleeping with my mouth wide open. Being a human creature torn by
ungovernable passions, my second was to cry out inwardly and
historically, 'Will no one rid me of this troublesome prelatess?' Then I
sat up and feverishly patted my hair.

'I am not in the guide-book,' I said with some asperity.

'We came to look at the grave,' smilingly answered Mrs. Harvey-Browne.

'May I help you up?' asked Ambrose.

'Thanks, no.'

'Brosy, fetch me my camp-stool out of the fly--I will sit here a few
minutes with Frau X. You were having a little post-prandial nap?' she
added, turning to me still smiling.

'Ante-prandial.'

'What, you have been in the woods ever since we parted this morning at
the Jagdschloss? Brosy,' she called after him, 'bring the tea-basket out
as well. My dear Frau X., you must be absolutely faint. Do you not think
it injudicious to go so many hours without nourishment? We will make tea
now instead of a little later, and I insist on your eating something.'

Really this was very obliging. What had happened to the bishop's wife?
Her urbanity was so marked that I thought it could only be a beautiful
dream, and I rubbed my eyes before answering. But it was undoubtedly
Mrs. Harvey-Browne. She had been home since I saw her las