"Why should we not go out on the lake now?" said Gaspar; "I will
row."
"I have been wishing for the last ten minutes," replied Beatrice,
"to be upon the lake. I want to put my hand in the water and see
what comes."
Gaspar was not long in getting a pleasure boat out of the boat
house. Lionel managed to secure a seat near his Undine, and Lord
Airlie by his Beatrice.
It was even more pleasant on the water than on the land; the boat
moved easily along, the fresh, clear breeze helping it.
"Steer for those pretty water lilies," said Beatrice, "they look
so fresh and shining in the sun."
And as they floated over the water, her thoughts went back to
that May morning when Lillian sat upon the cliffs and sketched
the white far-off sails. How distant it seemed! She longed then
for life. Now every sweet gift which life could bestow was here,
crowned with love. Yet she sighed as Hugh Fernely's face rose
before her. If she could but forget it! After all it had been
on her side but a mockery of love. Yet another sigh broke from
her lips, and then Lord Airlie looked anxiously at her.
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