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"No, Mademoiselle," replied the latter, in a tone which announced that he had little hope. "Has a physician been sent for?" "To Remiremont, Epinal, everywhere." At this moment Aline uttered a cry of joy. Bergenheim had just stirred, brought to life, perhaps, by the pressure of his sister's arms.
When Albert had unbuckled his father's armour and hung it up, Edgar said: "Now, Albert, let us have a bout." The lad coloured hotly, and the knight burst into a hearty laugh. "You might as soon challenge my daughter Aline. Well, put on the jerkin, Albert; it were well that you should feel what a poor creature a man is who has never had a sword in his hand."
These last words were spoken rather maliciously, for the young woman knew that of all the possible mentors, Mademoiselle de Corandeuil was the one whom Aline dreaded most. "I beg of you, my kind sister," replied the girl, clasping her hands, "do not be ill to-day. Is it the neuralgia of the day before yesterday you are suffering from?
It was well enough that he should entertain her, and keep her passive, but Aline would have liked him to be a martyr, sacrificing his own inclination for his sister's good. She did not wish to think that there was something about this young, crude creature which attracted men to her, and caused them to find pleasure in her society. Aline's head ached, and she could not think consecutively.
But no matter. Courage, mon brave! "Sunday. Had batch bad notices of last book from America. Aline gone to bed with headache as usual after bad reviews. Says we must economize. She'll forget when we start and want best suites of rooms with baths everywhere. I know that book was good. Hang notices!
But afterward I shall write him a letter. Such a letter! Bal would hear of nothing else. And it won't be a lie, because as soon as you're married, you will take her to see Barbara. Morgan Bennett will be gone, so Mrs. Bal won't mind much. Have you decided where the wedding is to be?" "Gretna Green," Basil answered with such prompt decision that Aline was surprised. "Why Gretna Green?
My father wanted to take her back to Ladykirk it is so safe and peaceful. No soldiers or press-gangs or smugglers ever go there, for Miss Aline is like something sacred so unable to take care of herself that everybody must look after her!" "And particularly Julian?" observed the Princess, with a spark in the blue eyes.
I said, startled by an idea that hitherto had never for a moment occurred to me. "I beg your pardon; but you are only a young girl, Aline. Of course you must be mistaken, because it couldn't be so. I am as poor as a gopher almost, and she is a heiress. Don't you realize that it's utterly unbecoming for any one of your years to talk so lightly of these matters." Aline laughed mischievously.
Fraulein Ingeborg Stark, who afterwards married young Hans von Bronsart, put in an appearance among us, a vision of bewitching elegance, and played the piano, in which she was modestly assisted by Fraulein Aline Hund of Weimar.
Aline drew a deep breath. It would be like this forever and ever and ever until she died. She bent forward and stared at him. "Freddie," she said, "do you love me?" There was no reply. "Freddie, do you love me? Am I a part of you? If you hadn't me would it be like trying to go on living without breathing?" The Honorable Freddie raised a flushed face and gazed at her with an absent eye. "Eh?
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