"I should like to live here," said Concha defi-
nitely.

"It would make a fine estate for summer life--or
for a honeymoon." He smiled down upon his com-
panion, who stood very tall and straight and proud
beside him. "If you conclude to marry your little
Bostonian no doubt he will buy it for you," he said.

If he had hoped to see a look of blank dismay
after his hours of devotion he was disappointed.
She made a little face.

"I do not think I could stand a desert island with
the good Weeliam. For that I should prefer one
of my own sort--Ignacio, or Fernando. Better
still, I could come here and be a hermit."

"A hermit?"

"In some ways that would suit me very well. All
human beings become tiresome, I find. I shall have
a little hut just below the crest where I can look
from my window right into the woods that are so
quiet and green and beautiful. That is a thought
that has always fascinated me. And when I walk
on the crest I can see all the beauty of mountain
and bay. What more could I want? What more
have you in your world when you know it too well,
senor?"