CHAPTER V.

A LITTLE GLIMPSE OF THE GARDEN OF EDEN.


"The moon--the moon, so silver and cold,
Her fickle temper has oft been told,
Now shady--now bright and sunny--
But of all the lunar things that change,
The one that shows most fickle and strange,
And takes the most eccentric range
Is the moon--so called--of honey."--_Hood_.


"My dear, will you kindly pour me a second cup of coffee? Not because
I really want it, you know, but entirely for the aesthetic pleasure of
seeing your pretty little hands pattering about the cups."

Lennox Sanderson, in a crimson velvet smoking jacket, was regarding
Anna with the most undisguised admiration from the other side of the
round table, that held their breakfast,--their first honeymoon
breakfast, as Anna supposed it to be.

"Anything to please my husband," she answered with a flitting blush.

"Your husband? Ah, say it again; it sounds awfully good from you."

"So you don't really care for any more coffee, but just want to see my