ABSTRACT

It was upon this evening that, having walked for a considerable timea Lady Avon-dale felt fatigued and rested for a moment near the banks of Elle. She pointed to the roses which grew luxurientlyb around. ‘They are no longer rare,’ she saidc alluding to the one he had given her upon their first acquaintance at Donallan: ‘but are they the less prized?’ He understood her allusion, and pulling a bud from the mossy bank on which it grew, he kissed it, and putting it gently to her lips asked her, if the perfume were sweet, and which she preferred of the two roses which he had offered her? She knew not what she answered; and she after-wards wished she could forget what she had then felt.d