ing among the thick foliage, contrived by the opulent owner to extend and diversify the rides m his noble domain. Eugenio was playing around us, picking the wild flowers, and running up to me to inquire their names.
The boy was close by my side, when, startled at a noise, he turned round and exclaimed—
"Oh! look, mamma, look, papa, there is a lady and a gentleman a-riding."
I turned round, and saw Mr. Somerville and Emily on horseback, within six paces of me; so still they stood, so mute, I could have fancied Emily a wax-work figure. They neither breathed nor moved; even their very horses seemed to be of bronze, or, perhaps the unfortunate situation in which I found myself made me think them so. They had come as unexpectedly on us as we had discovered them. The soft turf had received the impression of their horses' feet, and returned no sound; and if they snorted, we had either not attended to them, in the warmth of our conversation, or we had never heard them.
