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"On the twentieth of May," continued Jacques, enveloping the fascinating countenance of Belle-bouche with his melancholy glance, "the old lovers in Arcadia the Strephons, Chloes, Corydons, Daphnes, and Narcissuses always made love and married on that day." "Then," said Belle-bouche, faintly smiling, "they did every thing very quickly." "In a great hurry, eh?" said Jacques, sighing. "Yes, sir."
When Philippa returned to the company she was very silent, and blushed deeply, holding to her face the handkerchief which Hoffland had picked up. But no one noticed her; all was in confusion. Where was Belle-bouche? That was the question, and a hundred voices asked it. She had disappeared; and Jacques too was nowhere to be seen. The banquet was ready; where was the hostess?
Jacques sighs, remembering his discourse on crooks, and Belle-bouche smiles. He gathers courage then, and says: "I think I have never seen a more beautiful morning." "Yes," says Belle-bouche in her soft tender voice, "I have been out to take my customary walk before breakfast." "An excellent habit. The fields are the true abodes of the Graces and Muses; all is so fresh."
Jacques sees the impression he has made, and in his secret heart is flushed with anticipated conquest. He smooths his frill, and gently arranges a drop curl. "Love, I think, should inhabit the green fields," he says with melancholy grace; "for love, dearest Miss Belle-bouche, is the essence of freshness and delight." "The fields?" says Belle-bouche, thoughtfully gazing upon her fan.
At an early hour in the forenoon bevies of lovely girls and graceful cavaliers began to arrive, and the various parties scattered themselves over the lawn, the garden, through the grove and the forest, with true sylvan freedom and unrestraint. Shadynook, thanks to the active exertions of Belle-bouche and Philippa, was one bower of roses and other flowers.
Ah! there is my friend, Mrs. Wimple, and her charming niece. Good evening, madam." And his Excellency made a courtly bow to Aunt Wimple, who was resplendent in a head-dress which towered aloft like a helmet. And passing on, the Governor smiled upon Miss Belle-bouche, and saluted Jacques.
He seemed to inhale the May morning joyously after his late imprisonment; and he betook himself immediately to paying assiduous court to Miss Belle-bouche, who, the sooth to say, did not seem ill-disposed to get rid of Jacques. Poor Jacques, therefore, made an unsuccessful attempt to engage Philippa in conversation.
Belle-bouche was scarcely more than seventeen, as we know. The cunning Jacques went on. "She should be a blonde, with light golden hair, eyes as azure as the heavens, and, as one great poet said of another, 'with a charming archness' in them." "Yes," murmured Belle-bouche, whom this description suited perfectly.
"What are they?" "First, to Belle-bouche love and remembrance." "That is beautiful; and I never knew these words yet fail to touch the heart." "To all the boys, the fond regards of him who goes from them a martyr to the attempt to uphold their rights." "That is affecting too." "To the little dame who passed with you some days ago Miss Martha Wayles by name but no; nothing to her."
She decides to go in, however; and Jacques and Belle-bouche follow. We are bound to say that the proposition did not come from Jacques. In the drawing-room sat a gentleman turning over the leaves of a book. The apartment was decorated after the usual fashion of the olden time.
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