"
"Yes," he replied, "I have seen it. I have been in strange,
bright lands, so different from England that they seemed to
belong to another world. I have seen many climes, bright skies,
and glittering seas, where the spice islands lie."
As he spoke, in words that were full of wild, untutored
eloquence, he saw the young girl's eyes riveted upon him. Sure
of having roused her attention, he bowed, apologized for his
intrusion, and left her.
Had Dora been like other mothers, Beatrice would have related
this little adventure and told of the handsome young traveler who
had been in strange climes. As it was, knowing her mother's
utter dread of all men--her fear lest her children should ever
love and marry--Beatrice never named the subject. She thought
much of Hugh Fernely--not of him himself, but of the world he
had spoken about--and she hoped it might happen to her to meet
him again.
"If we had some one here who could talk in that way," she said to
herself, "the Elms would not be quite so insupportable."
Two days afterward, Beatrice, wandering on the sands, met Hugh
Fernely.
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