"I should uncommonly like to wing that Max Bray's neck!" said Charley to himself, as he threw his stalwart form into a wicker garden-chair, which creaked and expostulated dismally beneath the weight it was called upon to bear; and then, indulging in rather a favourite habit, he lolled there, muttering and talking to himself--cross-examining and answering questions respecting his uneasiness. But the more he thought, the more uneasy he grew, and twice over he shifted his seat to avoid an attack from some conversational friend whom he saw approaching. "There, this sort of thing won't do!" he exclaimed at last. "I'm afraid I'm going on the pointed-out road rather too fast. Suppose I take a dose of the Bray family by way of antidote." So, leaving his seat, he strode towards where he could see Laura's white parasol; but his intent was baffled by a couple of committee-men, who literally took him into custody--their purpose being to give him divers and sundry explanations respecting the distribution of the prizes. Volume 1, Chapter VIII. SHOOTING AN ARROW. To have seen the company assembled in the Reverend Henry Lingon's grounds upon that bright afternoon, it might have been imagined that for the time being no marring shadow could possibly cross any breast; for, gaze where you would, the eye rested upon bright pleased faces wreathed in smiles, groups, whose aspect was of the happiest, setting off everywhere the Watteau-like landscape. But for all that, there were faces there wearing but a mask, and to more than one present that fete was fraught with _ennui_ and disappointment. Toilettes arranged with the greatest care had, in other than the instance hinted at, been without effect; while again, where, in all simplicity, effect had not been sought, attentions had been paid distasteful even to annoyance. The Lexville flower-show had assembled together enough to form a little world of hopes and fears; and, fete-day though it had been, there were aching hearts that night, and tearful eyes moistening more than one pillow--the pillows of those who were young and hopeful still, in spite of their pain, though they were beginning to learn how much bitterness there is amidst the dregs of every cup--dregs to be drained by all in turn, earlier or later, in their little span. But now the band was silenced for a while, and the company began to cluster around a temporary platform erected for the occasion, where the hero of the day was to distribute to the expectant gardeners the rewards of their care and patience.