If you want romance in
the old world go to Spain; in the new, try Peru or Brazil, Mexico or
California.'
'I am afraid I am not adventurous enough to go so far.'
'No: women cling to beaten tracks.'
'We obey our masters,' answered Lesbia, meekly.
'Ah, I forgot. You are to have a master--and soon. I heard as much
before I saw you to-night.'
Lesbia half rose, as if to leave this cool retreat above the rippling
tide.
'Yes, it is all settled,' she said; 'and now I think I must go back.
Lady Kirkbank will be wondering what has become of me.'
'Let her wonder a little longer,' said Don Gomez. 'Why should we hurry
away from this delightful spot? Why break the spell of--the river? Life
has so few moments of perfect contentment. If this is one with you--as
it is with me--let us make the most of it. Lady Lesbia, do you see those
weeds yonder, drifting with the tide, drifting side by side, touching as
they drift? They have met heaven knows how, and will part heaven knows
where, on their way to the sea; but they let themselves go with the
tide.
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