I returned supper was ready, but Belle had not appeared.
"She has gone off somewhere with a book," I said. "I'll go and look for her."
I walked down to the bosky grove at the foot of the lawn, and passed through it without seeing any signs of Belle. Soon, however, I caught sight of her light dress in an open space a little distance beyond me. Stepping forward a few paces I had a full view of her, and my astonishment can be imagined when I saw that she was standing in the shade of a tree talking to a young man. His back was turned toward me, but I could see from his figure and general air that he was young. His hat was a little on one side, in his hand he carried a short whip, and he wore a pair of riding-boots. He and Belle were engaged in very earnest conversation, and did not perceive me. I was not only surprised but shocked at the sight. I was quite certain Belle had come here to meet this young man, who, to me, was a total stranger. I did not wish Belle to know that I had seen her with him; and so I stepped back out of their sight, and began to call her. It was not long before I saw her coming toward me, and, as I expected, alone.
"Indeed," she cried, looking at her watch, "I did not know it was so late."
"Have you had a pleasant time with your book?" I asked, as we walked homeward.
"I wasn't reading all the time," she answered.
I asked her no more questions. It was not for me to begin an inquisition into this matter. But that
