“I cannot understand any one thinking so. If it were so, the whole charm would be lost.”
So the young people talked, and lost in the charm of each thrilling minute, they walked through the shadows and darkening leaves. The soft garden echoed with the sound of a girl’s voice crying, “Cuckoo, cuckoo,” and the white dresses flew over the sward, and the young men ran after them and caught them. They were playing hide and seek. Excited beyond endurance, Triss barked loudly, and forms were seen flying precipitately.
“Tie him up to this tree,” said Maggie.
“No, no, better take him to the house,” said Frank; “it would make him savage to tie him up.”
When the ninth bottle of champagne had been opened, and the supper table was noisy, Frank whispered to Maggie, “Did you ever see Macbeth?”
“Yes,
