. Under false colours . nalds wealth and station, and herown remarkable charms were in the other scale ? More-over, Arnold felt that she might misunderstand hismotives if he were to seek her now. And this was how matters stood on that Septembermorning when Arnold was gazing at the portrait of his lostlove. Mr. Mornays friend had photographed Cherry inthose sad days gone past, and the sadness would alwaysremain stamped upon her lovely face. Come, repeated Mr. Mornay. There are Dora andLucilla waiting for us on the lawn. The little lawn went sloping down to the low wall thatdivided it from the r
. Under false colours . nalds wealth and station, and herown remarkable charms were in the other scale ? More-over, Arnold felt that she might misunderstand hismotives if he were to seek her now. And this was how matters stood on that Septembermorning when Arnold was gazing at the portrait of his lostlove. Mr. Mornays friend had photographed Cherry inthose sad days gone past, and the sadness would alwaysremain stamped upon her lovely face. Come, repeated Mr. Mornay. There are Dora andLucilla waiting for us on the lawn. The little lawn went sloping down to the low wall thatdivided it from the riverside path. They walked alongthis narrow path almost in silence, for September hadlaid them under its languid spell; and the voices thatcame drifting across the river sounded faint and air was heavy with the perfume of flowers, and oncea warm breath of wind sent a cloud of jasmine blossomsover the way. Presently they stopped at an iron gate, and then passedthrough a dense shrubbery into a quaint old 498 CHERRY AND ARNOLD MEET ONCE MORE. tt. ie THE KIVEK-GOD. 383 There are many such gardens by the Thames;—gardensthat seem to have undergone little change since the dayswhen the ladies, whom Sir Joshua loved to paint, sweptalong the paths in thick silk gowns; and men in knee-breeches and buckled shoes went philandering with themamong the lavender and roses. A turn in one ofthe winding walks brought them suddenly upon a river-god, pouring a stream of sparkling water out of his stopped to look at the weather-beaten featuresof the statue, and thought that it returned his gazewith a smile, half mischievous and half benevolent;—just the kind of smile that one would have expected froma freakish water-spirit. The head was crowned fantasti-cally with leaves and grasses, wrought in the grey stone,and around the dripping limbs a slender climbing planthad twined its tendrils, freshly green. The quietness ofthis spot was intense; not a bee hummed, not a bir
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