The Happy Garden 



And now we come to that awkward moment 

 when the guest has all but outstayed her welcome. 



Dear little Jane ! 



She has been good and patient, and though her 

 instinct bids her distrust happiness and suspect 

 beauty, she sighs as she rises from the hammock 

 where she was left in Chapter XI., and says : 



" Oh ! dear ... I have been so happy. . . . 

 If only John were here ! " 



We are both amused at that, but dare not 

 say anything, and so in silence we walk to the 

 gate. There we kiss, in silence Jane presses my 

 hand, and she climbs up into the car and is borne 

 off up the hill, and away to London. 



I think she will come again. 



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