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"In Italy, with his battalion, which is a part of the first army corps. His last letter is dated from Alexandria." Reine's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and she gazed absently at the distant wooded horizon. "Poor Claudet!" murmured she, sighing, "what is he doing just now, I wonder?" "Ah!" thought Julien, his visage darkening, "perhaps she loves him still!" Poor Claudet!
It was charming to see all these little hungry creatures career around Reine's head, with a joyous fluttering of wings. When the supply was exhausted, the young girl shook her apron, turned around, and recognized Julien. "Were you there, Monsieur de Buxieres?" she exclaimed; "come inside the courtyard! Don't be afraid; they have finished their meal.
Claudet was not certain that he was beloved; and possibly Reine's answer would be a refusal. Then he should have a free field. By a very human, but very illogical impulse, Julien de Buxieres had hardly concluded the arrangement with Claudet which was to strike the fatal blow to his own happiness when he began to forestall the possibilities which the future might have in store for him.
It was charming to see all these little hungry creatures career around Reine's head, with a joyous fluttering of wings. When the supply was exhausted, the young girl shook her apron, turned around, and recognized Julien. "Were you there, Monsieur de Buxieres?" she exclaimed; "come inside the courtyard! Don't be afraid; they have finished their meal.
All this forest vegetation, mingling its black or purple tints with the dark, moist leaves, brought out the whiteness of the young girl's complexion, her limpid eyes, and her brown curls escaping from her hood. Julien de Buxieres and his companion had turned at the sound of Reine's voice. As soon as she perceived them, she went briskly toward them, exclaiming: "What are you doing here?
Might not Julien be the fortunate rival on whom Reine's affections were so obstinately set? Still, if she had always loved Monsieur de Buxieres, in what spirit of perversity or thoughtlessness had she suffered the advances of another suitor? Reine was no coquette, and such a course of action would be repugnant to her frank, open nature.
Sometimes he doubted whether his cousin's conduct had not been dictated by the bitterness of rejected love, rather than a generous impulse of affection, and he did not care to reveal Reine's repulse to one whom he vaguely suspected of being a former lover.
"In Italy, with his battalion, which is a part of the first army corps. His last letter is dated from Alexandria." Reine's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and she gazed absently at the distant wooded horizon. "Poor Claudet!" murmured she, sighing, "what is he doing just now, I wonder?" "Ah!" thought Julien, his visage darkening, "perhaps she loves him still!" Poor Claudet!
He felt more at ease among them than among the notables of the borough, and he did not regret having accepted Claudet's invitation. "I am glad I came," murmured he in Reine's ear, "and I never have eaten with so much enjoyment!" "Ah! I am glad of it," replied the young girl, gayly, "perhaps now you will begin to like our woods."
"Relationship!" she murmured. "Am I really related to Miss Gaythorne?" and Reine's cry, "My mother, oh, my mother!" seemed to ring again in her ears. "I believe so, my dear. There, do not think too much of it. At all events, you are to go to her now, and she will tell you all about it. But mind, you and she are to come back and spend Christmas with us.
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