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She was therefore her sweetest and sincerest self, miraculously docile, and charmingly gay; interested in all she saw, and quite overflowing with delight when the last days of the week betrayed the secret that her destination was the mountains.
The Marquise encouraged her dear Hector in these projects with her sweetest smile; but a terrible accident, followed by a catastrophe no less horrible, destroyed these delightful dreams and brought desolation to this happy home. Towards the close of the year 1769, Martha, the youngest child, began to lose her fine color and faded so rapidly that her parents became alarmed.
But all these pleasures were preceded by weary, hateful labor; here it was a delight merely to see and to breathe and, when the curtains parted and the young widow, giving him a friendly greeting, made him sit down opposite to her, sometimes questioning him and sometimes listening with earnest sympathy to his replies, he almost imagined his senses had failed him as they had done under the ruins of the fallen house, and he was enjoying the sweetest of dreams.
It must be admitted that he gave little heed to the sacred words she read; but the flexible music of her voice, mingled with the murmur of the brook, the rustle of the leaves and the occasional song of a bird, all combined to form the sweetest symphony he had ever heard. As an artist he exulted.
Then followed the delight of going home with them in their antique and precarious buggy, and of a day-break ride back to Rosemont with his father sweetest of all accessible company. Accessible, for his mother had forbidden him to visit Fannie Halliday, her father being a traitor.
"You'll get on the scrub, sure," cried Erma in her high excited tones. "Remember your old friends when you rise to glory." Their praises were very sweet; but sweetest of all was Helen's quiet commendation, when after all the excitement had passed, they were back in Sixty-two. "I never saw a better play.
For its roof was a wide, blue dome like the sky, and the lofty rooms had arching ceilings covered with tracery of leaves and waving boughs. The floors were carpeted with velvet, and the whole was lighted with lamps that shone like stars from above. The sweetest perfumes floated through the air, while thousands of birds answered the music of fountains with their songs.
"I know not, dearest Algernon," said one, who was a female, "if this is not almost the sweetest month in the year, because it is the month of Hope." "Ay, Isabel; and they did it wrong who called it harsh, and dedicated it to Mars. I exult even in the fresh winds which hardier frames than mine shrink from, and I love feeling their wild breath fan my cheek as I ride against it.
I do nothing but dream of you day and night. You are the sweetest, dearest " "Oh, don't! don't!" She struggled in the clasp. "Oh, I can't I " and he felt her slight body tremble, so he loosed it. "Forgive me. I wanted you to know so no one can take you from me. I want to see you often. Oh, love, good-night, good-night!" He pressed a rapturous kiss upon her hand and was gone.
Mrs. Berry inquired. "None for this. I know it's wrong to cry when I am so happy. I hope he will forgive me." Mrs. Berry vowed her bride was the sweetest, softest, beautifulest thing in life. "I'll cry no more," said Lucy. "Leave me, Mrs. Berry, and come back when I ring." She drew forth a little silver cross, and fell upon her knees to the bed. Mrs. Berry left the room tiptoe.
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