yourself behind them, and enjoy the prospect in privacy."
"But you can't take a vehicle in."
"No: there is only a footpath, although I have ridden in. One of these days, when you're stronger, you must drive to this point, and get out, and walk over to the bank."
Mason was silent a moment,—a moment during which he felt in his limbs the tremor of a bold resolution. "I noticed the place the day I went out on the water with Mr. McCarthy. I immediately marked it as my own. The bank is quite high, and the trees make a little amphitheatre on its summit. I think there's a bench."
"Yes, there are two benches," said Caroline.
"Suppose, then, we try it now," said Mason, with an effort.
"But you can never walk over that meadow. You see it's broken ground. And, at all events, I can't consent to your going alone."
"That, madam," said Ferdinand, rising to his feet in the phaeton, "is a piece of folly I should never think of proposing. Yonder is a house, and in it there are people. Can't we drive thither, and place the horse in their custody?"
"Nothing is more easy, if you insist upon it. The house is occupied by a German family with a couple of children, who are old friends of mine. When I
