Having thus dismissed her parent, Miss Horatia Grenville did not return to her book or her reverie, but crossed the lawn, showing herself as tall and generously made in her dress of thin mulberry-coloured silk with the great puffed sleeves, trim waist and full short skirt of the prevailing fashion. Catching up a flat basket and a pair of scissors, she then walked up and down by the flower border, snipping off dead blossoms and singing to herself snatches of _Deh vieni_. So occupied, she heard the click of the garden gate. "Probably Tristram," she thought to herself. "It is quite time that he came."
And indeed a masculine figure was stooping to fasten the little gate at the end of the short privet-walled path, by which it had just entered. As it raised itself, and turned, it was revealed as that of a young man of about thirty, in riding costume, darker in hair and eyes than the majority of Englishmen, but none the less unmistakably English. Pleasant to look at, and more than common tall, he would not however have drawn the attention of a casual observer; a closer critic might have become aware of something in the eyes not quite consonant with his vigorous and every-day appearance.
Horatia put down her basket and went towards him, holding out both hands.
"I am so glad that you have come," she said frankly. "How are you, Tristram?"
"As usual, very glad to see you," responded the young man, smiling. "I wondered if you would be in. Where is the Rector?"
"Papa is writing to Aunt Julia, about investments and about the difficulty of getting me to leave home."
"Before Martha has unpacked your trunks from this last visit, I suppose you mean?"
"Don't tease me, Tristram, when you have not seen me for so long! Come and sit down on the lawn and talk sensibly. Papa will be out soon, I expect. You will stay to dinner, of course?"
"I shall be very pleased," responded the guest, and he looked as if he were pleased too--as indeed he was--with his greeting. He walked beside her to her chair on the grass, picked up Plato, lying there face downwards, murmured "What shocking treatment for a philosopher!" fetched himself another chair from a little distance, and, sitting down by Miss Grenville, said "How did you enjoy your round of visits?"