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As Euphrosyne sat beside Monsieur Revel, who was sleeping on a couch, after the fatigues of the morning, old Pierre beckoned her softly out, sending in Euphrosyne's maid, and saying, as he shut the door, "She will stay with my master fill he wakes. Mademoiselle Afra has sent for you, mademoiselle, to see from the upper gallery what is going on.
"Don't speak of courts," he exclaimed pettishly. "I was to have painted the baptism of the prince imperial for the state: it gave me no end of annoyance, and in the end was never finished." "I understood that you insisted on painting the little prince nude, after the Rubens manner, and that was one ground of objection to the design," said Afra.
"I can tell you, my dears, that Rochambeau is drawing near us, and that there is likely soon to be a battle. Heigho!" "Is that bad news or good?" asked Euphrosyne. "My husband means it for good news, my dear at least, if Maurepas arrives from the south as soon as Rochambeau from the north." "I wish Maurepas would come!" sighed Afra. Madame L'Ouverture went on
The company again dispersed into congenial groups, and in the long twilight you heard the murmur of voices broken by occasional snatches of melody or the nightingale's song. "And what do you think of Bohemia?" asked Afra as we returned that night. "It is different from what I expected. They are refined, and, though frank, never rude. I think "
Perhaps it was this idea, as much as the attractions of Afra herself, that haunted him to-night. He felt that his hour was come; that he was henceforth, like other men, to be divided between two pursuits, to be dependent upon another for his tranquillity. He felt already that he could never again see Mademoiselle Raymond, or hear of her, without emotion.
Even Head and Kirkman, as we have observed, had perceived the advantage of foreign scenery and travel to vary their matter; Afra had herself been in Guiana; and, as she was of a very inflammable disposition, it is quite possible that some Indian Othello had caught her fresh imagination.
"Suppose, grandpapa, you ask to see the Commander-in-chief. He never refuses anything that is asked of him: and he can do everything he wishes. I dare say he will come at once, if you desire it, and if we do not detain him too long. If he had been in this room once with us, how safe we should feel!" "Oh, if we could see him once in this room!" cried Afra.
I saw Afra wipe a tear from her eye; only, a thin-faced individual who sat near me whispered that it was too long. The delicacy and pathos of expression and language it is impossible to give, and, though old in form, the story was skillfully new in incident; nor must I forget that the little dog slipped through the eternal gate with his master.
I had much rather look like Afra than like sister Benoite, or sister Cecile. Grandpapa! you would not like me to look like sister Benoite?" "How do I know, child? I don't know one from another of them." "No, indeed! and you would not know me by the time I had been there three months.
Euphrosyne," said Afra. "You speak too loud, and waste time. Remember what we came for. Monsieur Pascal," she said, in a low voice, leaning towards him over the table, and refusing to sit down, "how is L'Ouverture guarded?" "Not at all, I believe. Why?" The girls made a gesture of terror. Both said eagerly "He is in great danger; indeed, indeed he is." "Where are the soldiers?" asked Euphrosyne.
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