"It is indeed a marvelous sight," said Philip, "and I quite sympathize with Dolly."
" But it seems to me," said Jenny, " it is an entirely different thing from our first night's experiences. AH is gaiety, brightness and light to-night ; lanterns and music and festivity. I don't see why this should make anyone sad."
" Not sad exactly," said Dolly, but silent."
"'Oh, nonsense, nonsense !" Jenny replied, getting up and putting her arm round Dolly's waist. " You are not well, or something is the matter. Perhaps Mr. Forsyth can tell us."
" Dolly is a little pensive, that is all, I think," said Philip. " Tired, perhaps ; we have done a good deal to-day, you must remember."
" And have a good deal more to do," said Jenny. " Come with me, Dolly ; you must lie down for ten minutes, and a little Eau-de-Cologne will refresh you. Walter and Philip will excuse us."
Jenny accompanied Dolly to her room, where Dolly, very much unlike her usual self, laid her head upon Jenny's shoulder and burst into tears.
" I knew something was the matter," said Jenny. "What is it, my dear?"
" I don't know," said Dolly. " I fell vexed and dis- appointed, and I hardly know why. Philip is very kind in his way, but very different from what I should have expected."
" In what way, my love? "
" I don't want to be engaged to a morbid, dull, dreamy person, who talks of nothing but serious things destiny, the mysteries of the soul, the higher missions of life, and all sorts of subjects utterly out of place on a holiday such as this."
" But, my dear, why don't you tell him so. You should lead the conversation into the direction that pleases you."
