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quiet stillness <strong>of</strong> tho olive nnd <strong>or</strong>atirre proves through which ho<br />
walked on liis way to llic chateau. During ihc hour<br />
in tlic coupe <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> diligence In- had meditated on liis conversation<br />
with S.r in- DenKe, and marveled at <strong>the</strong> change which he<br />
fill had conic over him. lie had so <strong>of</strong>ten indulged in walking;<br />
dreams, <strong>of</strong> which she had liccii tlic ol'jcel, that he could hardly<br />
realize having actually seen and spoken to her, looked in her<br />
fa -e, and listened to her voice with so little emotion. What had<br />
!>. /nine <strong>of</strong> that passion which still, a few hours ago. had M-emed<br />
so strong? Ho hardly* liked to acknowledge to himself <strong>the</strong> changes<br />
whiuh he could not but feel had taken place in <strong>the</strong> nature <strong>of</strong> his<br />
feelings It was a relief to have seen her, and not to have<br />
{.rounds f<strong>or</strong> what she said; and if so. did not <strong>the</strong> whole position<br />
<strong>of</strong> affairs change between him and Rose?<br />
As <strong>the</strong> gl<strong>or</strong>ious sun <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> south rose higher and higher in<br />
<strong>the</strong> h<strong>or</strong>izon, and Nature seemed to hail its beams, so did a feeling<br />
<strong>of</strong> unwonted warmth and joy expand in a heart that had<br />
l/i 'ii embittered into hardness, and clouded with dark shadows.<br />
Suppose she did love him, that pretty little Rose; suppose she<br />
had a heart and mind capable <strong>of</strong> c<strong>or</strong>responding with <strong>the</strong> deeper<br />
thoughts and aspirations which had been struggling into life in<br />
his own soul since Denise's vocation and Toinette's death-bed<br />
hud roused its latent faith, would not happiness be possible? was<br />
not light breaking on <strong>the</strong> future, which had hi<strong>the</strong>rto seemed so<br />
bopcli<br />
Such were Ge<strong>or</strong>ge's thoughts as he approached La Pinede.<br />
<strong>The</strong> gate was unlocked, and he walked up <strong>the</strong> avenue at a rapid<br />
pace and with an earnest hope that po<strong>or</strong> old Vincent would still<br />
be alive and conscious <strong>of</strong> his arrival.<br />
<strong>The</strong> do<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> house w r as also open; he walked into <strong>the</strong> hall,<br />
and <strong>the</strong>n looked into <strong>the</strong> drawing-room. <strong>The</strong> sight which met<br />
his eyes took him by surprise. On his mo<strong>the</strong>r's s<strong>of</strong>a near <strong>the</strong><br />
chimney, Rose, in her walking dress, was lying asleep, looking<br />
like a beautiful child, with her fair hair about her face, and her<br />
dark eye-lashes wet with tears. Her head was resting on one <strong>of</strong><br />
her small hands, and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r was laid on an open book by her<br />
side.<br />
Ge<strong>or</strong>ge approached *her with a beating heart, and, treading as<br />
s<strong>of</strong>tly as he could, he gazed at <strong>the</strong> lovely sleeping face with irrepressible<br />
emotion.<br />
" And does she love me? " he said to himself.<br />
Oh, my God." he murmured, kneeling down by <strong>the</strong> couch;<br />
"let it be so," and tears streamed down his face. His eyes fell<br />
on <strong>the</strong> open book. It was <strong>the</strong> life <strong>of</strong> St. Elizabeth <strong>of</strong> Hungary,<br />
and <strong>the</strong> little hand upon it was placed on <strong>the</strong> lines he had written<br />
on <strong>the</strong> margin <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> pages.<br />
How much was rcvwaled by <strong>the</strong> choice ai.d <strong>the</strong> position <strong>of</strong> that<br />
felt it; and an irrc-<br />
liowu aud kiss <strong>the</strong> hand <strong>of</strong> his young wife. Rose opened her<br />
THE XOTAHY'S DM:',! in Eli. 31<br />
irvl when she saw Ge<strong>or</strong>ge's faceclo?.'<br />
nil. bed those lovely blue eve,, and said, " It is a dl<br />
turned her head on <strong>the</strong> pillow as if she wished to go to asleep<br />
again.<br />
"Sleep on, dear Rose," he whispered; "I shall come back<br />
when I have seen Vincent."<br />
<strong>The</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ds, though brea<strong>the</strong>d so low that he thought she could<br />
hardly have heard <strong>the</strong>m, made her start up on <strong>the</strong> couch, and<br />
looking him in<br />
said<br />
<strong>the</strong> face she stared at him a moment, and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
"<br />
Wait wait; I must tell you I must speak to you first be-<br />
grudged her to God and <strong>the</strong> po<strong>or</strong>, but <strong>the</strong> very relief <strong>of</strong> this<br />
change seemed to leave a void behind it. He had <strong>of</strong>ten called<br />
her in his solitary musings his Beatrice, and compared her to <strong>the</strong><br />
heavenly object <strong>of</strong> Dante's poetic w<strong>or</strong>ship. lie tried to reawaken<br />
in himself this vision but no, he could not recall it such ns ho<br />
had so <strong>of</strong>ten conjured it up in <strong>the</strong> shades <strong>of</strong> night, <strong>or</strong> amidst <strong>the</strong><br />
sunshiny hills, <strong>or</strong> on <strong>the</strong> solitary sea sh<strong>or</strong>e.<br />
Instead <strong>of</strong> it he saw <strong>the</strong> image <strong>of</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>r Dcnise, one beautiful<br />
indeed and lovable as ever, but unlike <strong>the</strong> ideal Demse <strong>of</strong><br />
aking dreams. She walked this earth doing good, that<br />
and lovely Sister <strong>of</strong> Charity. She carried dirty children in<br />
her arms, joked and laughed, and m<strong>or</strong>eover she had laughed at<br />
him, Ge<strong>or</strong>ge do Vedelles, and scolded him, and held cheap his<br />
antic plans <strong>of</strong> heroic self-devotion<br />
This all told on his feelings: she knew what she was about,<br />
that artful Sceur Denise, and she had produced <strong>the</strong> very effect<br />
which she had intended. <strong>The</strong>n those last few w<strong>or</strong>ds she had said,<br />
that secret she had let out Had it not also done its w<strong>or</strong>k? did<br />
<strong>the</strong>y not occur and re-occur to Ge<strong>or</strong>ge's mind during that night<br />
which seemed so long in <strong>the</strong> rumbling vehicle, and did <strong>the</strong>y not<br />
liaun; him yet m<strong>or</strong>e as he walked in <strong>the</strong> dawning light <strong>of</strong> m<strong>or</strong>n<br />
up <strong>the</strong> hills f<strong>or</strong>e you go upstairs."<br />
"Am I too late? Oh, po<strong>or</strong> old Vincent! Is he d'<br />
And as Rose did not answer, but took his hand in hers, and<br />
he felt her hot tears falling upon <strong>the</strong>m, he knew it was so, and<br />
sobbed like a child.<br />
'<br />
leading to La Pinede?<br />
" "<br />
Your wife loves you! Could that be possible? lie had so<br />
much faith in Denise that he could not doubt that she had<br />
'<br />
Ge<strong>or</strong>ge, dear Ge<strong>or</strong>ge," she said, still holding his hand in her?,<br />
"<br />
be comf<strong>or</strong>ted; he died so peacefully just after receiving Holy<br />
Communion; M. le Cure gave him <strong>the</strong> last absolution and blessing;<br />
<strong>the</strong> dear old man said to me, 'You will tell M. Ge<strong>or</strong>ge that<br />
"<br />
I have had <strong>the</strong> last sacraments, and ask him to pray f<strong>or</strong> me.'<br />
"<br />
Oh, you good little angel," Ge<strong>or</strong>ge exclaimed; "you were<br />
with him, <strong>the</strong>n, and he aid not die uncomf<strong>or</strong>ted?"<br />
"<br />
Till I arrived he would not listen to M. le Cure, and kept<br />
calling f<strong>or</strong> you. But it seemed to calm him when I came and<br />
spoke <strong>of</strong> you. He wanted to send you a message."<br />
'What message was it?"<br />
ftose col<strong>or</strong>ed deeply, turned her head away, and was silent.<br />
"<br />
I cannot tell you now; ano<strong>the</strong>r time, perhaps."<br />
"<br />
I guess what it was,'' Ge<strong>or</strong>ge said gently, taking her hand in<br />
"<br />
his, and miking her turn towards him. Was it to tell me that<br />
we are to love one ano<strong>the</strong>r? "<br />
Rose blushed, and Ge<strong>or</strong>ge kissed her f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> first time; <strong>the</strong>n,<br />
taking her hand, he said<br />
'<br />
Let us go up toge<strong>the</strong>r, my wife, and pray by <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> our<br />
dear old friend, and promise God that we shall do what he<br />
wished. Shall we not love each o<strong>the</strong>r, Rose, and toge<strong>the</strong>r serve<br />
God?"<br />
" Like <strong>the</strong> good Duke Louis and his dear St. Elizabeth, '<br />
Rose<br />
said, pointing to <strong>the</strong> volume on <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>a.<br />
Ge<strong>or</strong>ge smiled through his tears, and <strong>the</strong>y went up toge<strong>the</strong>r to<br />
<strong>the</strong> room wh<strong>or</strong>e old Vincent's body was laid out, with a crucifix<br />
on his breast, and fresh flowers, ga<strong>the</strong>red by Rose, at his feet.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re <strong>the</strong>y renewed <strong>the</strong>ir marriage vows, aud prayed a long time<br />
side by side.<br />
It was five o'clock in <strong>the</strong> m<strong>or</strong>ning when <strong>the</strong>y came down stairs<br />
and went out on ttte terrace, where <strong>the</strong> birds were singing, and<br />
<strong>the</strong> gentle m<strong>or</strong>ning breeze stirred <strong>the</strong> branches <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> acacias.<br />
One <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> maid-servants, who had found out Ge<strong>or</strong>ge's arrival,<br />
and seen him from <strong>the</strong> kitchen crossing <strong>the</strong> hall, asked if <strong>the</strong>y<br />
would have c<strong>of</strong>fee under <strong>the</strong> trees, and something to eat, an <strong>of</strong>fer<br />
which <strong>the</strong>y gladly accepted, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> fatigues and emotions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
last few hours had ra<strong>the</strong>r exhausted <strong>the</strong>m <strong>The</strong> meal was a<br />
silent one. <strong>The</strong>ir hearts were too full f<strong>or</strong> speech hut how dif-<br />
ferent was that silence from that <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir meals at Belbousquet.<br />
Now and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong>ir eyes met, and <strong>the</strong>n on Rose's cheeks which.<br />
were paler than usual, a deep col<strong>or</strong> suddenly rose, and made her<br />
look prettier than ever.<br />
Ho could hnrdly believe she was <strong>the</strong> same girl ho once thought<br />
BO uninteresting, and in truth never had a greater change perhaps<br />
taken place in so sh<strong>or</strong>t a time than <strong>the</strong> last few weeks had<br />
wrought in his young wife.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y had awakened in her new feelings <strong>of</strong> a double s<strong>or</strong>t,<br />
strong religious impressions, and a human affection, pure, and<br />
hallowed by a sacred tie. <strong>The</strong> light <strong>of</strong> faith had shown on her<br />
soul like a sunbeam, and a timid love f<strong>or</strong> her husband had arisen<br />
simultaneously No wonder that her countenance was transfigured,<br />
no wonder that <strong>the</strong> commonplace preltincss<strong>of</strong> a thought-<br />
1 had become womanly beauty <strong>of</strong> a higher <strong>or</strong>der. Suffer<br />
ini had paled her cheek, and she had grown thinner, but it had<br />
given a tenderness t.i her s<strong>of</strong>t. eyes, and a sweetness to her smile.<br />
which touched and captivated Ge<strong>or</strong>ge. As to Rose, it was not