Later in the day Mrs. Andrews went up to Edna’s room, and found her correcting an exercise.

“At work as usual.  You are incorrigible.  Any other woman would be so charmed with her conquest that her head would be quite turned by a certain pair of brown eyes that are considered irresistible.  Come, get ready for your drive; it is almost five o’clock, and you know foreigners are too polite, too thoroughly well-bred not to be punctual.  No, no, Miss Earl; not that hat, on the peril of your life!  Where is that new one that I ordered sent up to you two days ago?  It will match this delicate white shawl of mine, which I brought up for you to wear; and come, no scruples if you please!  Stand up and let me see whether its folds hang properly.  You should have heard Madame De G—­when she put it around my shoulders for the first time, ‘Juste ciel!  Madame Andrews, you are a Greek statue!’ Miss Earl, put your hair back a little from the left temple.  There, now the veins show!  Where are your gloves?  You look charmingly, my dear; only too pale, too pale!  If you don’t contrive to get up some color, people will swear that Sir Roger was airing the ghost of a pretty girl.  There is the bell!  Just as I told you, he is punctual.  Five o’clock to a minute.”

She stepped to the window and looked down at the equipage before the door.

“What superb horses!  You will be the envy of the city.”

There was something in the appearance and manner of Sir Roger which often reminded Edna of Gordon Leigh; and during the spring he visited her so constantly, sent her so frequently baskets of elegant flowers, that he succeeded in overcoming her reticence, and established himself on an exceedingly friendly footing in Mrs. Andrews’s house.

Now, as they drove along the avenue and entered the park, their spirits rose; and Sir Roger turned very often to look at the fair face of his companion, which he found more and more attractive each day.  He saw, too, that under his earnest gaze the faint color deepened, until her cheeks glowed like sea-shells; and when he spoke he bent his face much nearer to hers than was necessary to make her hear his words.  They talked of books, flowers, music, mountain scenery, and the green lanes of “Merry England.”  Edna was perfectly at ease, and in a mood to enjoy everything.

They dashed on, and the sunlight disappeared, and the gas glittered all over the city before Sir Roger turned his horses’ heads homeward.  When they reached Mrs. Andrews’s door he dismissed his carriage and spent the evening.  At eleven o’clock he rose to say good-bye.

“Miss Earl, I hope I shall have the pleasure of renewing our acquaintance at an early day; if not in America in Europe.  The brightest reminiscences I shall carry across the ocean are those that cluster about the hours I have spent with you.  If I should not return to New York, will you allow me the privilege of hearing from you occasionally?”