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With which words Belle-bouche gives her hand to Lucy. "You must come to our May-day at Shadynook; promise now. Mr. Mowbray delivered my message?" "Yes; and I will certainly come if Ernest will take me," says Lucy, smiling. The pale face of Mowbray is lit up for a moment by a sad smile, and he replies: "I will come, madam if I have courage," he murmurs, turning away.
Wimple safely home, then he and Belle-bouche would prolong their walk; and then she would be compelled to listen to him; and then and then Jacques had arranged the whole in his mind by the time he had reached the grove.
"Why what takes place upon the twentieth?" said Belle-bouche, with a faint smile. "That is the day for lovers, and I observed a number of birds making love as I came along," sighed Jacques. "I only wish they'd teach me how." Belle-bouche turned away, blushing.
"Songs?" said Jacques, with deep interest, and bending down until his lips nearly touched the little hand; "songs, eh?" "Scottish songs," laughed Belle-bouche; "and when you came I was reading this one, which seems to be the chronicle of a very unfortunate gentleman."
Belle-bouche greeted the entrance of her admirer with a frank smile, and held out her hand, which poor Jacques pressed to his lips with melancholy pleasure. "I find Miss Belle-bouche always engaged in some graceful occupation," he said mournfully; "she is either reading the poets, or writing poetry herself in all the colors of the rainbow."
"I am glad you like it I do." "It would suit the mythologic Maia." "Then it will not me." "Yes, yes," sighed Jacques, in a whisper; "you are May incarnate with its tender grace, and lovely freshness, and Arcadian beauty." Belle-bouche smiled, and yet did not laugh at the oft repeated Arcadian simile.
I live in bachelor freedom on Gloucester street, and I only want a wife to make my happiness complete." Belle-bouche smiles. "You are then dissatisfied?" she says. "Yes," sighs Sir Asinus; "yes, in spite of my pipes and books and pictures, and all appliances and means to boot for happiness, I am lonely.
Belle-bouche had rightly judged that many children should be invited; for if bouquets are bright and pleasant, so are merry childish faces; and so dozens of young maidens, scarcely in their teens, and full of wild delight, ran here and there, playing with each other, and seeking Belle-bouche kind, loving Belle-bouche every now and then, to say that something was so pretty, and she was so good!
"Who is she?" said Belle-bouche, putting on her light chip hat and tying the ribbon beneath her dimpled chin. Poor Jacques was for a moment so completely absorbed by this lovely picture, that he did not reply. "Who is Flora! can you ask?" he stammered. "Oh, yes!" said Belle-bouche, blushing; "you mean Philippa, do you not? But I can't tell you what she will wear. She has returned home.
I certainly was convinced of it, however, or why did I name my sail-boat the 'Rebecca' that being the actual name of Miss Belle-bouche? Yet I was not in love with that young lady and am in love with this little creature of fifteen and a half, who has passed me every morning and evening, going to school. Going to school! there it is!
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