Wherever the lady's steps turnedor it is as correct to say wherever the proud tread of Palmyre turnedthe features of bachelor's-hall disappeared; guns, dogs, oars, saddles, nets, went their way into proper banishment, and the broad halls and lofty chambersthe floors now muffled with mats of palmetto-leafno longer re-echoed the tread of a lonely master, but breathed a redolence of flowers and a rippling murmur of well-contented song.