Ansgarius, and dismounted with an abashed air.

"Let us go in, Rebecca," said the Pastor, turning.

But at the same moment the foremost horses came at a quick pace
over the brow of the hill. They were not exactly snorting chargers;
yet it was a pretty sight as carriage after carriage came into view
in the sunshine, full of merry faces and lively colors. Rebecca
could not help stopping.

On the back seat of the foremost carriage sat an elderly gentleman
and a buxom lady. On the front seat she saw a young lady; and just
as they entered the yard, a gentleman who sat at her side stood up,
and, with a word of apology to the lady on the back seat, turned
and looked forward past the driver. Rebecca gazed at him without
knowing what she was doing.

"How lovely it is here!" cried the young man.

For the Parsonage lay on the outermost slope towards the sea, so
that the vast blue horizon suddenly burst upon you as you entered
the yard.

The gentleman on the back seat leaned a little forward. "Yes, it's
very pretty here," he said; "I'm glad that you appreciate our
peculiar scenery, Mr. Lintzow."

At the same moment the young man's glance met Rebecca's, and she
instantly lowered her eyes. But he stopped the driver, and cried,
"Let us remain here!"