dinners　are　eaten　most　comfortably　with　the　accompaniment　of　chairs
  and　tables；　and　a　roof　overhead　is　an　agrement　de　plus。　　But；
  nevertheless；　picnics　cannot　exist　without　a　certain　allowance　of
  elderly　people。　　The　Miss　Marians　and　Captains　Ewing　cannot　go　out　to
  dine　on　the　grass　without　some　one　to　look　after　them。　　So　the
  elderly　people　go　to　picnics；　in　a　dull　tame　way；　doing　their　duty；
  and　wishing　the　day　over。　　Now　on　the　morning　in　question；　when
  Marian　rode　off　with　Captain　Ewing　and　lieutenant　Graham；　Maurice
  Cumming　remained　among　the　elderly　people。
  A　certain　Mr。　Pomken；　a　great　Jamaica　agriculturist；　one　of　the
  Council；　a　man　who　had　known　the　good　old　times；　got　him　by　the
  button　and　held　him　fast；　discoursing　wisely　of　sugar　and　ruin；　of
  Gadsden　pans　and　recreant　negroes；　on　all　of　which　subjects　Maurice
  Cumming　was　known　to　have　an　opinion　of　his　own。　　But　as　Mr。　Pomken's
  words　sounded　into　one　ear；　into　the　other　fell　notes；　listened　to
  from　afar；the　shrill　laughing　voice　of　Marian　Leslie　as　she　gave
  her　happy　order　to　her　satellites　around　her；　and　ever　and　anon　the
  bass　haw…haw　of　Captain　Ewing；　who　was　made　welcome　as　the　chief　of
  her　attendants。　　That　evening　in　a　whisper　to　a　brother　councillor
  Mr。　Pomken　communicated　his　opinion　that　after　all　there　was　not　so
  much　in　that　young　Cumming　as　some　people　said。　　But　Mr。　Pomken　had
  no　idea　that　that　young　Cumming　was　in　love。
  And　then　the　dinner　came；　spread　over　half　an　acre。　　Maurice　was
  among　the　last　who　seated　himself；　and　when　he　did　so　it　was　in　an
  awkward　comfortless　corner；　behind　Mr。　Pomken's　back；　and　far　away
  from　the　laughter　and　mirth　of　the　day。　　But　yet　from　his　comfortless
  corner　he　could　see　Marian　as　she　sat　in　her　pride　of　power；　with　her
  friend　Julia　Davis　near　her；　a　flirt　as　bad　as　herself；　and　her
  satellites　around　her；　obedient　to　her　nod；　and　happy　in　her　smiles。
  〃Now　I　won't　allow　any　more　champagne；〃　said　Marian；　〃or　who　will
  there　be　steady　enough　to　help　me　over　the　rocks　to　the　grotto？〃
  〃Oh；　you　have　promised　me！〃　cried　the　captain。
  〃Indeed；　I　have　not；　have　I；　Julia？〃
  〃Miss　Davis　has　certainly　promised　me；〃　said　the　lieutenant。
  〃I　have　made　no　promise；　and　don't　think　I　shall　go　at　all；〃　said
  Julia；　who　was　sometimes　inclined　to　imagine　that　Captain　Ewing
  should　be　her　own　property。
  All　which　and　much　more　of　the　kind　Maurice　Cumming　could　not　hear；
  but　he　could　seeand　imagine；　which　was　worse。　　How　innocent　and
  inane　are；　after　all；　the　flirtings　of　most　young　ladies；　if　all
  their　words　and　doings　in　that　line　could　be　brought　to　paper！　　I　do
  not　know　whether　there　be　as　a　rule　more　vocal　expression　of　the
  sentiment　of　love　between　a　man　and　woman　than　there　is　between　two
  thrushes！　　They　whistle　and　call　to　each　other；　guided　by　instinct
  rather　than　by　reason。
  〃You　are　going　home　with　the　ladies　to…night；　I　believe；〃　said
  Maurice　to　Miss　Jack；　immediately　after　dinner。　　Miss　Jack
  acknowledged　that　such　was　her　destination　for　the　night。
  〃Then　my　going　back　to　Spanish　Town　at　once　won't　hurt　any　onefor；
  to　tell　the　truth；　I　have　had　enough　of　this　work。〃
  〃Why；　Maurice；　you　were　in　such　a　hurry　to　come。〃
  〃The　more　fool　I；　and　so　now　I　am　in　a　hurry　to　go　away。　　Don't
  notice　it　to　anybody。〃
  Miss　Jack　looked　in　his　face　and　saw　that　he　was　really　wretched；　and
  she　knew　the　cause　of　his　wretchedness。
  〃Don't　go　yet；　Maurice；〃　she　said；　and　then　added　with　a　tenderness
  that　was　quite　uncommon　with　her；　〃Go　to　her；　Maurice；　and　speak　to
  her　openly　and　freely；　once　for　all；　you　will　find　that　she　will
  listen　then。　　Dear　Maurice；　do；　for　my　sake。〃
  He　made　no　answer；　but　walked　away；　roaming　sadly　by　himself　among
  the　trees。　　〃Listen！〃　he　exclaimed　to　himself。　　〃Yes；　she　will　alter
  a　dozen　times　in　as　many　hours。　　Who　can　care　for　a　creature　that　can
  change　as　she　changes？〃　　And　yet　he　could　not　help　caring　for　her。
  As　he　went　on；　climbing　among　rocks；　he　again　came　upon　the　sound　of
  voices；　and　heard　especially　that　of　Captain　Ewing。　　〃Now；　Miss
  Leslie；　if　you　will　take　my　hand　you　will　soon　be　over　all　the
  difficulty。〃　　And　then　a　party　of　seven　or　eight；　scrambling　over
  some　stones；　came　nearly　on　the　level　on　which　he　stood；　in　full　view
  of　him；　and　leading　the　others　were　Captain　Ewing　and　Miss　Leslie。
  He　turned　on　his　heel　to　go　away；　when　he　caught　the　sound　of　a　step
  following　him；　and　a　voice　saying；　〃Oh；　there　is　Mr。　Cumming；　and　I
  want　to　speak　to　him；〃　and　in　a　minute　a　light　hand　was　on　his　arm。
  〃Why　are　you　running　away　from　us？〃　said　Marian。
  〃Becauseoh；　I　don't　know。　　I　am　not　running　away。　　You　have　your
  party　made　up；　and　I　am　not　going　to　intrude　on　it。〃
  〃What　nonsense！　　Do　come　now；　we　are　going　to　this　wonderful　grotto。
  I　thought　it　so　ill…natured　of　you；　not　joining　us　at　dinner。　　Indeed
  you　know　you　had　promised。〃
  He　did　not　answer　her；　but　he　looked　at　herfull　in　the　face；　with
  his　sad　eyes　laden　with　love。　　She　half　understood　his　countenance；
  but　only　half　understood　it。
  〃What　is　the　matter；　Maurice？〃　she　said。　　〃Are　you　angry　with　me？
  Will　you　come　and　join　us？〃
  〃No；　Marian；　I　cannot　do　that。　　But　if　you　can　leave　them　and　come
  with　me　for　half　an　hour；　I　will　not　keep　you　longer。〃
  She　stood　hesitating　a　moment；　while　her　companion　remained　on　the
  spot　where　she　had　left　him。　　〃Come；　Miss　Leslie；〃　called　Captain
  Ewing。　　〃You　will　have　it　dark　before　we　can　get　down。〃
  〃I　will　come　with　you；〃　whispered　she　to　Maurice；　〃but　wait　a
  moment。〃　　And　she　tripped　back；　and　in　some　five　minutes　returned
  after　an　eager　argument　with　her　friends。　　〃There；〃　she　said；　〃I
  don't　care　about　the　grotto；　one　bit；　and　I　will　walk　with　you　now；
  only　they　will　think　it　so　odd。〃　　And　so　they　started　off　together。
  Before　the　tropical　darkness　had　fallen　upon　them　Maurice　had　told
  the　tale　of　his　love；and　had　told　it　in　a　manner　differing　much
  from　that　of　Marian's　usual　admirers；　he　spoke　with　passion　and
  almost　with　violence；　he　declared　that　his　heart　was　so　full　of　her
  image　that　he　could　not　rid　himself　of　it　for　one　minute；　〃nor　would
  he　wish　to　do　so；〃　he　said；　〃if　she　would　be　his　Marian；　his　own
  Marian；　his　very　own。　　But　if　not〃　and　then　he　explained　to　her；
  with　all　a　lover's　warmth；　and　with　almost　more　than　a　lover's
  liberty；　what　was　his　idea　of　her　being　〃his　own；　his　very　own；〃　and
  in　doing　so　inveighed　against　her　usual　light…heartedness　in　terms
  which　at　any　rate　were　strong　enough。
  But　Marian　here　it　all　well。　　Perhaps　she　knew　that　the　lesson　was
  somewhat　deserved；　and　perhaps　she　appreciated　at　its　value　the　love
  of　such　a　man　as　Maurice　Cumming；　weighing　in　her　judgment　the
  difference　between　him　and　the　Ewings　and　the　Grahams。
  And　then　she　answered　him　well　and　prudently；　with　words　which
  startled　him　by　their　prudent　seriousness　as　coming　from　her。　　She
  begged　his　pardon　heartily；　she　said；　for　any　grief　which　she　had
  caused　him；　but　yet　how　was　she　to　he　blamed；　seeing　that　she　had
  known　nothing　of　his　feelings？　　Her　father　and　mother　had　said
  something　to　her　of　this　proposed　marriage；　something；　but　very
  little；　and　she　had　answered　by　saying　that　she　did　not　think　Maurice
  had　any　warmer　regard　for　her　than　of　a　cousin。　　After　this　answer
  neither　father　nor　mother　had　pressed　the　matter　further。　　As　to　her
  own　feelings　she　could　then　say　nothing；　for　she　then　knew　nothing；
  nothing　but　this；　that　she　loved　no　one　better　than　him；　or　rather
  that　she　loved　no　one　else。　　She　would　ask　herself　if　she　could　love
  him；　but　he　must　give　her　some　little　time　for　that。　　In　the
  meantimeand　she　smiled　sweetly　at　him　as　she　made　the　promiseshe
  would　endeavour　to　do　nothing　that　would　offend　him；　and　then　she
  added　that　on　that　evening　she　would　dance　with　him　any　dances　that
  he　liked。　　Maurice；　with　a　self…denial　that　was　not　very　wise；
  contented　himself　with　engaging　her　for　the　first　quadrille。
  They　were　to　dance　that　night　in　the　mess…room　of　the　officers　at
  Newcastle。　　This　scheme　had　been　added　on　as　an　adjunct　to　the
  picnic；　and　it　therefore　became　necessary　that　the　ladies　should
  retire　to　their　own　or　their　friends'　houses　at　Newcastle　to　adjust
  their　dresses。　　Marian　Leslie　and　Julia　Davis　were　there　accommodated
  with　the　loan　of　a　small　room　by　the　major's　wife；　and　as　they　were
  brushing　their　hair；　and　putting　on　their　dancing…shoes；　something
  was　said　between　them　about　Maurice　Cumming。
  〃And　so　you　are　to　be　Mrs。　C。　of　Mount　Pleasant；〃　said　Julia。　　〃Well；
  I　didn't　think　it　would　come　to　that　at　last。〃
  〃But　it　has　not　come　to　that；　and　if　it　did　why　should　I　not　be　Mrs。
  C。；　as　you　call　it？〃
  〃The　knight　of　the　rueful　countenance；　I　call　him。〃
  〃I　tell　you　what　then；　he　is　an　excellent　young　man；　and　the　fact　is
  you　don't　know　him。〃
  〃I　don't　like　excellent　young　men　with　long　faces。　　I　suppose　you
  won't　be　let　to　dance　quick　dances　at　all　now。〃
  〃I　shall　dance　whatever　dances　I　like；　as　I　have　always　done；〃　said
  Marian；　with　some　little　asperity　in　her　tone。
  〃Not　you；　or　if　you　do；　you'll　lose　your　promotion。　　You'll　never
  live　to　be　my　Lady　Rue。　　And　what　will　Graham　say？　　You　know　you've
  given　him　half　a　promi