"Now," thought I, "if I had but a pencil and a morsel of paper, I could make a lovelier sketch than hers, admitting I had the power to delineate faithfully what is before me."
But though this satisfaction was denied me, I was very well content to sit beside her there, and say nothing.
"Are you there still, Mr. Markham?" said she at length looking round upon me—for I was seated a little behind on a mossy projection of the cliff.—"Why don't you go and amuse yourself with your friends?"
"Because I am tired of them, like you; and I shall have enough of them to-morrow—or at any time hence; but you, I may not have the pleasure of seeing again for I know not how long."
"What was Arthur doing when you came away?"
"He was with Miss Millward where you left him—all right, but hoping mamma would not be long away. You did'nt intrust him to me, by the
