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She went back slowly to Margaret's bower, tenanted at that moment by no one but its owner. Margaret looked up as Doucebelle entered, and read her face as easily as possible. "Evil tidings!" she said, quietly enough. "For thee, or for me, Dulcie?" Doucebelle came and knelt beside her. "For me, then!" Margaret's voice trembled a little. "Go on, Dulcie! Richard "
The Countess desired her to bring them up immediately to Margaret's bower, whither she would go herself to meet them. Margaret and Doucebelle had just come in from a walk upon the leads the usual way in which ladies took airings in the thirteenth century. Indeed, the leads were the only safe and proper place for a young girl's out-door recreation.
"Something new always catches a silly girl's fancy!" said he. But Doucebelle had no scruple about hurting his feelings, since she did not believe in their existence. So when her turn came, she knelt down in Bruno's confessional. At first she wondered if he were about to prove like Father Nicholas, for he did not ask her a single question till she stopped of herself.
"Belasez," said Doucebelle that night, as she was brushing her hair the two slept in the wardrobe "wert thou very angry with Father Bruno, this morning?" Belasez looked up quickly. "With him? No! I thought " But the thought progressed no further till Doucebelle said "Well?"
Margaret was employed on tapestry-work; Doucebelle in plain sewing; and Beatrice with her delicate embroidery. "Father," said Beatrice, looking up suddenly, "I was taught that it was sin to make images of created things, on account of the words of the second commandment. What do you say?" "`Non fades tibi sculptile, neque omnem similitudinem," murmured Bruno, reflectively.
Yet people do not despise me on that account. Why do they scorn her? Belasez stirred in her sleep, and one or two broken words dropped from her unconscious lips. Greatly interested, and a little startled, Doucebelle bent over her. But she could make out nothing connected from the indistinct utterances. It sounded as if Belasez were dreaming about somebody whose face she could not see.
Beatrice wished he would preach every day. Eva was astonished at her; did she really like to listen to such dolorous stuff as that? Doucebelle wondered that any one should think it dolorous; she had enjoyed it very much. Marie confessed to having dropped asleep, and dreamed that Father Bruno gave her a box of bonbons.
Or here, a striped tartaryn, which would suit the dark young lady, orange and green. And will my Lady see the Cyprus? "Where is Doucebelle?" asked the Countess, looking round. "I thought she had come. Marie, run and fetch her. Hast thou any broidery-work of the East Country, good man?" "One or two small things, Lady. Cress, give me thy sister's scarves."
Love Him with every fibre of thine heart, and love what He has loved for His sake. He has left with thee those for whom on earth He cared most, the poor, the sick, the unhappy. Be they unto thee as thy dearest, and He the dearest of all." This was very unlike any counsel which Doucebelle had ever before received from a confessor. There was something here of which she could take hold.
I ought to wish it were his, because there would be more likelihood of his being happy: but I cannot I cannot!" "My poor Margaret, I do not wonder!" answered Doucebelle tenderly. "Is it very wicked," added Margaret, in a voice of deep pain, "not to be able to wish him to be happy, without me? It is so hard, Dulcie! To be shut out from the warmth and the sunlight, and to see some one else let in!
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