All day long Graham wandered about that pleasant
land, and it was long past the four o'clock dinner hour when
he stood on the top of the hill he had seen that morning from
his window, and looked across the wide view of woods and
cornfields to where a distant cloud of smoke marked the city
of Liege. Thence descending by a steep zig-zag path, with a
bench at every angle, he crossed the road and the little
rivulet, and found himself once more in the garden at the back
of the hotel.
CHAPTER II.
In the Salon.
He had left it in the morning dewy, silent, almost deserted;
he found it full of gaiety and life and movement, talking,
laughing, and smoking going on, pretty bright dresses glancing
amongst the trees, children swinging under the great branches,
the flickering lights and shadows dancing on their white
frocks and curly heads, white-capped bonnes dangling their
_bebes_, papas drinking coffee and liqueurs at the little
tables, mammas talking the latest Liege scandal, and
discussing the newest Parisian fashions. The table-d'hote
dinner was just over, and everybody had come out to enjoy the
air, till it was time for the dancing to begin.
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