he frights, what happy times, what gay moments, we passed together on the roug

join Alix to learn from her a new stitch in embroidery, or some of the charming

as she had in singing and in embroidery. At times, in these moments of intimacy, she made certain half-disclosures that astoni

x, that you wear t

, "if it gives you pleasure to

claimed wi

younger [bocou plus jeune] than I rea

ook younger than Fran?o

replied Alix, laugh

[audinaremend] Alix herself chose our reading, but she was busy embroidering

, "these two girls mu

unt, handsome, noble, and rich; and the other, against her parents' wish, to a poor workingman who had taken her to a distant country, where she died of

book for you; it is full of

d! How happy she was in her emblazoned coach, and her jewels, her laces, her dres

d then dropped her head in silence

she was punished for

," responded Alix, "

ual-a workman? A

e gardener, at that moment in his shirt sleeves pushing one of the boat's long sweeps, bit her lip and turned to h

. As the wife of a viscount I have been received at court; I have been the companion of princesses. To-day all that is a dreadful dream. Before me I have a future the most modest and humble. I am the wife of Joseph the gardener; but poor and humble as is my present lot, I would not exchange it for

essed it. Even Suzanne, the inquisitive Suzanne, spoke not a

concerts began. My father played the flute delightfully; Carlo, by ear, played the violin pleasantly; and there, on the deck of that old flatboat, before an indulgent audience, our improvised instruments waked the sleeping creatures of the centuries-old forest and called around us the wondering fishes and alligators. My father and Alix played admirable duos on flute and harp, and sometimes Carlo added the notes of his

er sketch-book on her knee, and copied the surrounding scene. Often, tired of fishing, we gathered flowers and wild fruits. I generally staid near Alix and her husband, letting Suzanne run ahead with Patrick and Tom. It was a strange thing, the friendship between my sister and this little Irish boy. Never during the journey did he address one word to me; he never answered a question from Alix; he ran away if my father or J