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Their home arrangements were different to those they had made in Paris. Here they were really lodgers, and their landlady, Madame Everaert, waited on them.
"Will you say to him then, please, that I have lived there many years and should be very pleased to have a chat with him about it. I might be able to give him news." Madame Everaert was delighted. She went away quite satisfied to find Father Paul at the very earliest opportunity, and to deliver to him with empressement Mrs. Costello's invitation. Lucia, meanwhile, took her usual walk.
"That is not kind, Lucia," Maurice said, turning to her with a half smile. "Mrs. Costello wishes to make me believe she depends on me, and you try to take away the flattering impression." "Oh! no; I did not mean that. Mamma knows " but there she got into confusion and stopped. "Well," Mrs. Costello said, "we had better send for Madame Everaert, and tell her we are going." Madame came.
She had said to him, "Madame Everaert told me you knew Canada, and, as we are Canadians, I could not resist the wish to see one who might still feel an interest in our country," and this turned the conversation immediately to what she desired to hear.
"He would be glad to help you. And he knows all about us." "Yes, I should not have to make long explanations to him." Just then there was a knock at the door. Both started violently. Absurd as it was, they both expected to see Bailey himself enter. Instead, they saw Madame Everaert, her round face flushed with walking and her hands full of flowers.
"To-night, mamma, for England?" Mrs. Costello looked a little displeased at Lucia's surprise, "To be sure," she said; "why, my dear child, you yourself thought England would be the best place." "I did think so certainly, but I did not know I had said it." "Well, can we be ready?" "I can finish packing in an hour, but there is Madame Everaert to arrange with."
"It was in Canada," Madame Everaert repeated, "and he lived among the savages; if madame is from Canada, she would know where the savages live." "There are very few savages now," Mrs. Costello answered with a smile. "I know where there used to be some possibly that was the very place." "No doubt. I shall tell the good father that madame knows it." "Stay. Don't be quite sure that it is the place.
One day when she had gone for her solitary walk, and Mrs. Costello all alone was lying on the sofa, trying to read, but really considering with some uneasiness the condition of their affairs, Madame Everaert knocked at the door. She brought with her a fresh bunch of flowers just bought in the market, but she was as usual overflowing with talk.
A day or two later there came, forwarded from Paris, an English letter for Mrs. Costello. It arrived in the evening, at a time when they had no expectation of receiving anything, and Madame Everaert brought it up, and delivered it into Mrs. Costello's own hand, so that Lucia was not near enough to see from whom it came.
It is no wonder, then, that the guilds, which had found favor formerly, should gradually be crushed, in proportion as the rulers sought to check the spirit of reform. Among the authors of this period may be mentioned Everaert and Machet. The refrain was much cultivated, and not, like the drama, for the expression of dissatisfaction.
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