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Updated: June 26, 2025
It was one day when she was out riding with her father that Lucina made her opportunity to speak with Jerome. Now she had her horse, Jerome was finding it harder to avoid the sight of her. The night before, returning from Dale by moonlight, he had heard the quick tramp of horses' feet behind him, and had had a glimpse of Lucina and her father when they passed.
I am never going to be married at all," said Lucina, with a seeming irrelevance which caused Camilla to make mild eyes of surprise and wonder sadly, after her niece had gone home, if it were possible that the dear child had, thus early, been crossed in love. Lucina, ever since Jerome's confession of love, had experienced a curious revulsion from her maiden dreams.
"Father speaks very highly of him," said Lucina, with a soft tremor and mounting of color, to which her aunt responded sensitively. People said that Camilla Merritt had never had a lover, but the same wind can strike the same face of the heart. "I have heard him very highly spoken of," she agreed; and there was a betraying quiver in her voice also.
After Waterloo he again sought the protection of the Pope, and he remained at Rome till his death in 1839, a few days before Caroline Bonaparte's. He was buried in S. Lorenzo in Lucina, Rome. He had for years been a great collector of pictures, of which he left a large number to the town of Ajaccio.
The spring languor was over even her young limbs; the sweet twitter of birds, the gathering bird-like flutter of leaves before a soft swell of air, the rustle of her aunt's gilt-edged paper, an occasional hiss of her silken flounces, grew dim and confused. Lucina, as well as her doll, fell asleep, leaning her pretty head against the arbor trellis-work.
Lord, when I was his age, if a girl like Lucina had been in the question, and anybody had tried to rein me up short, I'd have kicked over the breeches entirely. I'd have either got her or blown my brains out. That boy can take care of himself, anyhow. He'll stop coming here of his own accord, if he thinks he'd better." Abigail sniffed scornfully with her thin nostrils.
Lucina had not touched her embroidery for weeks, nor stepped out-of-doors of her own accord. When she was gone her father and mother looked at each other. "She's better," Eben said, with a catch in his voice. "I haven't seen her so bright for weeks," replied Abigail. She had a puzzled look in spite of her satisfaction.
All her sweet panic of expectation would have been quieted had she known that he was at that very time seated in Miss Camilla Merritt's arbor, drinking tea and eating fruit cake with her and pretty Lucina. "Didn't you think Elmira seemed dreadful kind of flighty to-day still as a mouse one minute and carryin' on the next?" Sarah asked Imogen, as they were driving home in the evening.
For the present we are in the house of one of Juno's priestesses. You are aware, Juno was called Lucina when she superintended the birth of children.
One afternoon, when Lucina had gone up to her chamber to lie down, having left her dinner almost untasted, though there was a little fat wild bird and guava jelly served on a china plate, and an orange and figs to come after, the Squire beckoned his wife into the sitting-room and shut the door. "D'ye think she's going into a decline?" he whispered.
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