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I do not think his isolation could have lasted much longer, for he became restless and eager to see the world. Rayel was greatly depressed by his father's illness. For months after that night, the excitement of which had so hastened the failure of the old man's strength, the silence of the great house was rarely broken by the sound of our voices.
Perhaps there will come a time when I can repay you." "It will be a pleasure for me to help you as I would a brother, and you will owe me no gratitude for it," I said. We sat discussing our plans for the future until near midnight. When we went to bed at last, Rayel looked happier than I had seen him before since my recovery at the hospital. When I awoke it was near midday.
He was as gentle and considerate as ever, and as tireless in his efforts to increase my comfort, but he rarely spoke now, except in reply to my questions. He would sit by my side for hours, gazing out of the window with a vacant look in his eyes, until the light of day grew dim and the lamps were lighted. When supper was served to us I could never induce him to eat. "What is the trouble, Rayel?"
We slept until late in the morning, and arose barely in time for a late breakfast with Hester. Rayel seemed cheerful enough and took more than ordinary interest in his surroundings.
Then he looked inquiringly at the gentleman referred to, as if doubtful of his own understanding of the words he had repeated. "Yes," said the Count with emphasis. "For twenty years I have devote myself to ze art." "To what art, sir?" asked Rayel, in a tone suggesting doubt. I was now thoroughly frightened at the serious turn of the dialogue.
If they are, I would be glad to look at them with a view to making some purchases for my art collection." The letter suggested an idea worth considering. Rayel worked rapidly and had already painted more pictures than we could hang to advantage in any but the most liberal quarters.
Tenderly and manfully, uttering no sound of grief, Rayel lifted the lifeless body of his father, and bore it into the house. In accordance with my uncle's wish, which he had made known to Rayel, we buried him the day following his death in the sunny courtyard where he had spent the last days of his life.
Was this "Count" a pretender and one of the many bogus noblemen of whom I had read? Rayel was sounding him, that was quite evident. I saw now the mistake I had made in bringing my cousin to such a place. "Quel impudence!" exclaimed the insulted nobleman, under his breath. "Forgive me, sir," quickly answered Rayel, "I did not know it was wrong to ask you." "I wish you would paint my portrait, Mr.
I had some doubt about the propriety of taking Rayel to such a place, unaccustomed as he was to the refinements and conventionalities of fashionable life. However, he had set his heart upon going he was so eager to see his beloved picture and I did not oppose his wish. In writing our acceptance of the invitation I corrected Mr.
The men stood in silence peering curiously over the heads of the further throng into the crowded chamber. Some of them greeted Hester with great respect, and moved aside that we might have room to enter. As we neared the door I could hear a babel of strange tongues and the voices of women calling down the blessings of Heaven upon some one in their midst. It was Rayel.
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