Then he rose and looked out to that star, which was no longer smothered in the splendid blue of the heavens, but was glowing in passion until the waters beneath caught some of its rays. There was a long pause before a voice sounded behind them on the slope--the musical voice of Miss Lottie Vincent. “Did you ever see such a sentimental couple?” she cried, raising her hands with a very pretty expression of mock astonishment. “Watching the twilight as if you were sitting for your portraits, while here we have been searching for you over hill and dale. Have we not, Mr. Glaston?” Mr. Glaston thought it unnecessary to corroborate a statement made with such evident ingenuousness. “Well, your search met with its reward, I hope, Miss Vincent,” said Oswin. “What, in finding you?” “I am not so vain as to fancy it possible that you should accept that as a reward, Miss Vincent,” he replied. The young lady gave him a glance that was meant to read his inmost soul. Then she laughed. “We must really hasten back to good Mamma Crawford,” she said, with a seriousness that seemed more frivolous than her frivolity. “Every one will be wondering where we have been.” “Lucky that you will be able to tell them,” remarked Oswin. “How?” she said quickly, almost apprehensively. “Why, you know you can say 'Over hill, over dale,' and so satisfy even the most sceptical in a moment.” Miss Lottie made a little pause, then laughed again; she did not think it necessary to make any reply. And so they all went down by the little track along the edge of the ravine, and the great Peak became darker above them as the twilight dwindled into evening. CHAPTER XXVII. I have remembrances of yours-- ... words of so sweet breath composed As made the things more rich. Hamlet.... You do remember all the circumstance? Horatio. Remember it, my lord? Hamlet. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep. ... poor Ophelia, Divided from herself and her fair judgment. Sleep rock thy brain, And never come mischance.--_Hamlet._