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He was partly reassured, but some points had still to be cleared up. "But still," said he, "you are lamenting his loss." A melancholy smile flitted for an instant over Reine's pure, rosy lips. "Are you jealous of my tears?" said she, softly. "Oh, yes!" he exclaimed, with sudden exultation, "I love you so entirely that I can not help envying Claudet his share in your affections!
Now that, he could better understand the young girl's adoration of the marvellous forest world, he sought out, with loving interest, the sites where she had gone into ecstasy, the details of the landscape which she had pointed out to him the year before, and had made him admire. The beauty of the scene was associated in his thoughts with Reine's love, and he could not think of either separately.
"I do not know who the young lady may be, ma'am," she said, "but this I will say, that she is as like my Hetty as if she was her own born sister." A flood of colour rushed over Reine's pale face, and she clasped her hands and fixed her eyes on Mrs. Enderby. "Never mind that," said Mrs. Enderby, "tell the young lady what you remember." "There's but little to tell," said Mrs.
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."
The portrait of Reine's mother taken at fifteen years of age and the packet of tiny embroidered chemises arrived the next morning from London. The former looked exactly like a picture of Hetty; the latter was the counterpart of the baby-garment produced by Mrs. Enderby from a drawer of her own. Mr. Enderby was then consulted, and admitted that the case seemed established in Hetty's favour.
She both felt and expressed herself differently from ordinary country girls, although retaining the frankness and untutored charm of rustic natures. She exercised an uneasy fascination over Julien, and at times he returned to the superstitious impression made upon him by Reine's behavior and discourse in the forest.
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?
"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!
Now that Reine's explanation enabled him to view the matter from a different standpoint, he found Claudet's attitude toward him both intelligible and excusable. In fact, the lad was acting in accordance with a very legitimate feeling of mingled pride and anger.
"Nothing," said Reine absently, her eyes going back to Hetty's face and fixing themselves there. "How you stare at each other!" said Nell, "and I declare your two faces are almost the same this moment." "Nell!" "I always said you were like each other, though Phyllis could not see it. Now I am sure of it." A wild look came into Reine's face.
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