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Updated: June 3, 2025
I had noticed the possibility of some of the facts when I had left the Baron asleep on the parlor lounge, but they could have done no harm, even when Senda did not come, had it not been for two other facts which I had failed to foresee; one, that we had unwittingly overtasked our willing old nurse, and in her chair in Mrs.
But from that day he began slowly but steadily to get well. We kept Senda with us as long as we could, and when at length she put her foot down so that you might have heard it say like the dropping of a nut in the wood and declared that go she must-must-must! we first laughed, then scoffed, and then grew violent, and the battle forced her backward.
I asked Senda if it was likely he would go home without trying to find us, and she replied that he might; but when we had all looked at one another for a moment she dded, with a distinct tremor of voice and I saw that she feared temptation and conscience had unsettled his wits "I sink he iss not ve'y vell. I sink he is maybe I ton't know, but I I sink he iss not ve'y vell." She averted her face.
Then I left him for a moment, and calling Senda from the nursery to the parlor told her the state of the different patients, including her husband, but without the hows and whys except that I had found him in our garden with his precious net. "And now, as it will soon be day, Mrs. Smith and I with the servants and others can take care of the four."
As he lay thus trying to court back his dream of perfect roses, I had my delight in knowing he would never dream-what Senda saw so plainly, yet with such faultless modesty that all true love draws its strength and fragrance from the riches not of the loved one's, but of the lover's soul.
Through all his deliriums he hunted butterflies and beetles, and died insensible to his wife's endearments, repeating the Latin conjugations of his inconceivable boyhood. So they both, caterpillar and rose, were gone; but the memory of them stays, green yes, and fragrant not alone with Fontenette, and not only with Senda besides, but with us also.
But if Rudolph don't be a scoundtrel and you don't be a fool he vill pretty soon straight' up himself and say, One man can't ever'sing have, and mine Senda she is enough!... Sat vas my Aunt Senda." "Your mother was named for her?" "Yes, my musser, and me; I am name' Senda, se same. She vas a fine voman." "Still," said our joker, "you know she was only about half right in that advice."
"Iss sat not se condition vhat make it so easy to relapse?" asked Senda. He said it was, I think, and went his way, little knowing to what a night he was leaving us except for its celestial beauty, upon which he expatiated as I stepped with him to the gate.
To be glad of it, you needed only to hear Senda allude to him as "Mine hussbandt." Why did she never mention him in any other way? The little woman was a riddle to me. I did not see how she could give such a man such a love, and yet I never could see but she was as frank as a public record.
I had noticed that at no tomb front were these tokens piled more abundantly, or more beautifully or fragrantly, than at those of Flora and the entomologist; it was always so. I had remarked this on the spot, and Senda, with her rearranging touch still caressing their splendid masses, replied, "So? vell I hope siss shall mine vork and mine pleassure be until mineself I shall fade like se floweh."
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