"
He did not answer, and they stood looking beyond the thick foliage in
the Haunt's Walk, to the meadows, over which a golden haze shimmered as
though it were filled with the beating of invisible wings.
"Molly," he said suddenly. "Shall I go after Blossom?"
"Oh, if you would, dear Jonathan," she answered.
Without a word, he turned from her and walked rapidly down the path
Blossom had followed.
When he had disappeared, Molly went up the walk to the Italian garden,
and then ascending the front steps passed into the drawing room, where
Kesiah and Mrs. Gay sat in the glow of a cedar fire, reading a new life
of Lord Byron.
Kesiah's voice, droning monotonously like the loud hum of bees, rose
above the faint crackling of the logs, on which Mrs. Gay had fixed her
soft, unfathomable eyes, while she reconstructed, after the habit of her
imagination, certain magnificent adventures in the poet's life.
"Have you seen Jonathan, Molly?" asked Kesiah, laying aside her book
while Mrs. Gay wiped her eyes.
"Yes, I left him in the Haunt's Walk."
"He has not seemed well of late," said Mrs. Gay softly, "I am trying to
persuade him to leave us and go back to Europe.
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