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But Lorimer had rather a bad night,--he tossed and tumbled a good deal,
and had dreams,--unusual visitors with him,--and once or twice he
muttered in his sleep,--"No doubt about it--not the least in the
world--and if there were--"
But the conclusion of this sentence was inaudible.


CHAPTER XI.
"Tu vas faire un beau reve,
Et t'enivrer d'un plaisir dangereux.
Sur ton chemin l'etoile qui se leve
Longtemps encore eblouira les yeux!"
DE MUSSET.

A fortnight passed. The first excursion in the _Eulalie_ had been
followed by others of a similar kind, and Errington's acquaintance with
the Gueldmars was fast ripening into a pleasant intimacy. It had grown
customary for the young men to spend that part of the day which, in
spite of persistent sunshine, they still called evening, in the
comfortable, quaint parlor of the old farmhouse,--looking at the view
through the rose-wreathed windows,--listening to the fantastic legends
of Norway as told by Olaf Gueldmar,--or watching Thelma's picturesque
figure, as she sat pensively apart in her shadowed corner spinning.


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