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other vegetables - which, although always ter's," said he, a little unnecessarily; "the handed round separately (and not, as we largest and most important church of Rome. do in England, taken as an accompaniment It is in St. Peter's that all the ceremonies to the meat), appeared to be thrown in as of the Holy Week take place, and from it it were, and quite to go for nothing. He that the world-famous benediction is given. then, in addition to his wine-and-water, had That is the Colosseum; formerly it was the a tremendous jorum of café au lait, and top- arena in which the combats of the gladiaped it all up with two gigantic tumblers of tors were witnessed ; now it serves the purale

, and the fatal pastry-cake and honey pose of a church, where people come to hear that I have before alluded to. His face, al- preaching, and to pray at little stations ways scarlet, had become gradually purple which have been erected in it." under this trying process, and I expected I was amazed at the delicacy and beauty every minute that he would have some dread- of his drawings: Monsieur Berthier, too, ful seizure or other. Madame Olympe told was charmed with them. 6. The fineness of me that it was almost as if he laid in his touch is quite incredible !” he said several week's provision of good substantial food, times with enthusiasm, and indeed in some when he came up to breakfast at the château; of the drawings it was really impossible to that he was miserably poor, and a most ex- see where the strokes were by which the cellent creature, half-starving himself in enchanting result was arrived at. Mothers order to be able to give, out of his wretched and children seemed to be favourite subjects pittance, some assistance to his still needier with bim : his book was filled with children neighbours. The curé is an entirely differ- in every sort of position : his babies are perent being from our country clergyman : fect, -90 unconscious, and all the little lovevery bard-working and exemplary, but in ly melting bits - the round of the temple quite a different way, and altogether simpler and cheek, the little soft way in which the and more homely. It is not at all an un- head sits on the neck of a baby — felt with common thing abroad to see the curé think- a maternal tenderness that seemed quite ing nothing whatever of assisting in manual extraordinary in a young man. Presently labour, but working in the field with his I came, among the drawings, upon a•lovely peighbours, and helping them to get in their sketch of the river and forest, taken from hay. In one respect, a good sense is shown the château. I exclaimed when I recognizin Catholic countries, which might be imi- ed it, and in the kindest and most charming tated in the Church of England with infi- way he immediately entreated me to accept nite advantage : their clergymen are by no it. I felt dreadfully ashamed at having so means necessarily preachers. The functions valuable a present made me, but it was so are divided : be who has the gift of an elo- pretty and so delightful a souvenir of my quent tongue, speaks to the souls of his par- visit, that I could not bring myself to refuse isbioners through their ears, and he who it; and all the less that I saw by his manner has it not, labours in the vineyard of the that it would be a real pleasure to him to

give it to me.

Ursula Hamilton was in Madame Olympe was much troubled this ecstasies over all the drawings, but most morning about her poor house-keeper, who especially about a coloured sketch of the during the night had become a great deal picture Monsieur Kiowski was now engaged worse. The illness had assumed a very upon. The subject was the death of Titian : grave character, and before breakfast she it was wonderfully harmonious and full of had been removed to the village, and put character. There was one head — that of under the care of the good Sæur Marie and a pupil of Titian's a soft, young, dark

Monsieur le Curé bad Italian face, that was full of sentiment; and brought satisfactory news of her

safe arrival there were two women - one in pale croat Marny, and told us that on the whole cus-coloured draperies, with a tiger-lily in she had borne her little journey fairly well

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another in a sort of gold and After breakfast Monsieur Kiowski brought brown brocade, with her back turned and down his portfolios, and we passed a de- her head thrown over her shoulder - that lightful two hours looking over his draw- were quite

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Don t you see that I am taking up a modest “ Why not in oils ? " asked Ursula im- position ? " petuously. “Ah, I see !” she added : “la I couldn't help it ; I burst into a peal of femme - la femme - et toujours la femme !” laughter from which I was only roused by and she came and sat down impatiently by the tears of mortification which I saw

“I do get so sick of the way he standing in her eyes. always goes maundering on about the infe- “My dear child,” said I, “calmness is riority of women! I am sure you don't power, and the strongest spirits are not agree with him — you don't believe him, do those who awaken tumult in our breasts,

but those who bring us into peace. As for “I think we are different creatures,” As You Like It, I love that play so dearly, said I, “but I don't see that difference ne- that I believe on the whole I would rather cessarily implies inferiority: as we are in- bave written it than any of the others. It ferior to them in certain faculties of the seems to me to have a divine quality about mind which they possess.”

it: it leaves one as a fine landscape does Yes,” she interrupted, “the heavy, with eyes dimmed by mists of tenderness

, slow, tiresome ones

not of sorrow, and with a heart adoring “So," continued I, laughing, “ I also think God and gentler towards one's kind.” that they are inferior to us in other mental Meanwhile Lady Blankeney and Maria qualities which belong entirely, or, at all had got one of Monsieur Kiowski's sketchevents, in a much higher degree of perfec- books in their hands the wrong way uption, to us. Moreover, I believe that these wards, and were, apparently with the greatvery differences were beneficently bestowed est interest, inspecting the slight pencil upon us, not to doubtful disputations,' but landscapes upside down. At last, after that man might strengthen the spirit of having gone through it scrupulously from woman in the bearing of her burdens, and beginning to end, they put it upon the tathat woman might lighten the heart of man ble. in the carrying of his that each might be, “ Did you like them ?” asked Ursula, in their very unlikeness, a comfort, a joy, drily, when they had done. and a completion to the other.

Quite charming !” said Lady Blanke“ At all events you are fair,” said Ursula. ney, smiling. “ Such a treat.

By-the“ You meet one half way, but I felt inclined way, my dear Ursula," she continued, “I to hurl things at him yesterday at dinner have heard from the Marquise de Verneuil when he went pottering on with his Faust this morning, a most civil kind note (nothand his Hamlet, and his Hamlet and his ing like the Faubourg St. Germain after all

, Faust. Who ever said that metaphysics, is there ?), and she is quite in despair at abstract speculation (the least useful of all your not coming; but I hope you will re things, by the way,) were the forte of wo- voke that cruel decision." men? But it is a perfectly different matter “I think your decision was the cruel with the passions — they belong to us every one,” answered Ursula. “I have a friend bit as much as to men, and I don't see why come from another country to see me; I we should'nt be able to delineate them quite beg you to get Madame de Verneuil's peras well. It's all very well to talk, — but mission that he should accompany us, and what sort of intellectual nourishment do you entirely decline doing so. women get ? What is called their educa- “Why, my dear Ursula,” said Lady tion consists for the most part of nothing Blankeney, rather embarrassed, "you are but a series of abridgments, filtered through such a dear ardent creature, and the mo miserable smatterers. Let a woman just ment an idea runs away with you there is for once have the mental training that al- no making you understand. You see it is most every man gets, and then we shall a very small, select thing."

If Jacques is not fit company for them," “ Whether she will write a Hamlet ? said said Ursulá, “ neither am I.” I, smiling

“But, my dear child, the thing is so sim"Well, perhaps she may not be able to ple," said Lady

Blankeney. write a Hamlet, but I can't for the life of me

“Quite so," retorted Ursula ; “ he is not see why she should'nt write an As You Like going, neither am I." It.

“But, my dear, she's delighted,said La“ As You Like It!I echoed in utter dy Blankeney - " quite delighted, on the amazement.

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said, tapping her pocket, " and she will bel. “ Now that is so nice and sweet of you!"

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interrupted poor Lady Blankeney, with a • Then you thought better of it and ray of hope. wrote after all ? " said Ursula. 66 Was it af- • But,” continued Miss Hamilton, graveter you heard Jacques play?”

ly, “I will not sing, and Jacques shall not Well, I don't exactly remember what play, and that will give your select Marday it was,” said Lady Blankeney, getting quise all the more time to become acquaintred and hesitating.

ed with us.• But it was after you heard him Lady Blankeney's face fell so dismally play,” said Ursula. Pray, is there that I was sadly afraid she was going to cry: to be music at Madame de Verneuil's ?” Just then Madame Olympe came up, and

“Yes," said Lady Blankeney; "she gives proposed an expedition to the Grant the best musical parties in Paris, and I hap- high hill in the neighbourhood, from which pened in my note to mention your friend's there was a lovely view. great talent, and then of course in hers “But what shall I do?” said Lady she said she would be only too enchanted.” Blankeney, dolorously. “I must send an

“Oh, and I am to sing, I suppose,” said answer to-day. She told me she meant to Ursula.

do without the Trebelli if Ursula went” Why, of course,” said Lady Blankeney. " Then hadn't you better write and tell “We quite reckon on you, my dear. The ber to put the Trebelli on again ? ” said dear Marquise was in ecstasies when she Ursula, coolly. heard how beautifully Monsieur Dessaix “Dear me !” said Lady Blankeney, still played, and I'm sure she's only too happy more dejected.

- I don't see how we are to have him. She says so in her note to go at all. What is to become of you, here," — again tapping her pocket." Would Ursula, if Maria and I go ?you like to see her note ? "

“ Ob, don't be unhappy about me, my " O dear, no. Pray don't trouble your- dear Lady Blankeney, Jacques and I shall self, Lady Blankeney,” said Ursula. * We have a very cosey little evening together at shall neither of us go. I do not mean to the hotel, I dare say." sing anywhere but in my own home.” “ Speak to her, you, my dear Countess ! (Poor Lady Blankeney looked terribly She really doesn't know the things that chapfallen.) " And as for Jacuqes, he is people will say, and I really am almost benot professional a bit more than myself; he ginning to be afraid that that - she does is in no need whatever of money, and there- not care.” fore I don't exactly see why he should go “I do not know, and I do not care," said and play for a woman whose house you Miss Hamilton, looking at Lady Blankeney considered too good for him until you placidly. thought of making use of him.”

" When is this party to be?” asked “Oh, my dear Ursula, you really have Madame Olympe. such a way of putting things ;, but I'm sure “It's on Saturday next,” said Lady Blanyou couldn't — you wouldn't it would be keney," and I must write to-day, and I'm such a disappointment !” besought poor La- sure I don't know what I am tosay after all her dy Blankeney, in utter dismay.

" It has all kindness about it!" been my fault - I assure you it has all been " I'll tell you what,” said Madame Olymmy little nervous way, you pe.

“ Write and say that I keep Miss know. If it hadn't been the Faubourg, it Hamilton here until Monday next - that would have been quite, quite different, you is, if she will stay ?” and she turned 'toknow; but it is always so select there l wards Ursula. An expression of pleasure But now that she has written to say how lit up Ursula's face, which was followed by delighted she is to make your acquaintance a slight shade of hesitation.

yours and Monsieur Dessaix's — (and so “Oh, you and Monsieur Dessaix I mean, select as she always is !) – I really don't of course," added Madame Olympe, laughknow what you would have. Isn't it quite ing. “ And now go and get your things on. true, Maria ?” she said, appealing to her quickly, all of you ; it soon gets cold of an daughter in her despair.

evening now, and it is a longish way that "Oh, quite true ten,” calmly said Ma- we have to go. Bessy," she continued, adria, who had got to her work again and bad dressing me, go and fetch your bat too. not the smallest idea what her mother was The others will walk, but the pony-chair is: talking about.

ordered for you, and there is a way up, not “Very well, then,” said Ursula. “In that quite so pretty, perhaps, as the road that case we will go "

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I am sure we can manage it with the pony- we stopped, and thereby doing away with chair and our old steady horse, and Mon- what had been the most unpleasant of my sieur Kiowski and I are coming with you." sensations. At the top we were met by the

We had a lovely view, certainly, when rest of the party, with the exception of we got to the top of the hill; and I think Monsieur Dessaix. He had started with that the intense delight it gave me must them, it seems, but the moment they began have repaid my dear hostess for all her kind to ascend the hill he had exclaimed to Miss thought and bard labour in my behalf; but Hamilton, “Ursula, there is danger; I oh, what that journey up was to my poor leave thee !” and returned home. I was alrickety nerves, no words can tell. We lowed by Madame Olympe to walk down went up, and up, and up through an en- by the road that I had come, accomtirely perpendicular lane, where there ex- panied by Ursula, Monsieur Kiowski, Monisted no road at all. Madame Olympe sieur Berthier and Jeanne. Lady Blankewalked the whole way, pulling the horse ney and Maria were driven home the long up after her by main force, while Monsieur way by Madame Olympe. Kiowski pushed behind with all bis might. As soon as we reached the château, Lady I never was so terrified or so miserable in all Blankeney made one final attempt to molmy life. Whenever we stopped for an instant lify Miss Hamilton about Madame de Verin order to allow the poor animal to recover neuil, but she was entirely inexorable, and bis breath, the carriage rolled back, and so poor Lady Blankeney, with Maria, refrightened me out of my wits. I made one treated upstairs, much mortified, to write or two feeble propositions about walking, her letter. I went and established myself which Madame Olympe peremptorily ex- upon my sofa, and Madame Olympe made tinguished. At last, Monsieur Kiowski, us some tea after which Ursula began to seeing that I was on the point of crying, sing, and then Monsieur Dessaix was presuggested that I was more likely to be made vailed upon to play. He played with Madill by sitting in the carriage and being ame Olympe, first, sonatas of Mozart's, as frightened, than by the fatigue of walking long as the daylight lasted and that they Upon this Madame Olympe suddenly turned could see; and then he went playing on, round, and coming close up to me, in a de compositions of his own : a song of Gretchtermined way, said, “You are frightened; en, a song of Juliet, a song of Ophelia, a of what are you frightened? Of being song of Mignon — tender, pathetic, exquisrun away with? How is it possible up this ite! and we sat and listened, first into the steep hill ? Of the carriage rolling back ? twilight, then into the dusk, until the last Where can you go to if it does roll back ? fine passion and the last faint glimmer clung into the hedge.” And she suddenly backed together in an undistinguishable embrace the carriage right into the bedge, to illus- and died into the night. For some seconds trate her words. “There is only one thing after the sound had ceased, we all remained that can happen to you, and that is to tum- breathless and motionless, bound in a great ble out; but I do not see what is to make silent emotion. At last a gentle voice said you do that; and if you did, you are but an from out of the darkness, with a little syminch from the ground in this little low chair, pathetic sigh, “ Ab, how well I did to come and you could not hurt yourself if you back !" were to try.”

Ursula's hand, which was lying in mine, “Well," said Monsieur Kiowski, who had gave a sudden jump, and Madame Olympe gone a little way off to take a peep through got up, crying, "Why, René, you dont å break in the trees, " is it decided ? Does mean that it's you? No - this is too laughishe get out ?”

able !" Yes," answered Madame Olympe, un- The lamps were lit, and a slight fair man hesitatingly “ I have convinced her reason with chestnut hair and a red beard divided that there is no danger; so she is no longer into two points, was presented to me as frightened, and stays in.”

Monsieur de Saldes. Jeanne was right After that there was nothing for it but to interesting was the word, Ursula had re remain where I was and endure agonies mained sitting rather behind me, and had until we reached the summit. That angel- not been perceived in the first moments of ic creature Monsieur Kiowski ran ever so greeting: At last Monsieur de Saldes far back to possess himself of an enormous caught sight of her, and came forward with stone, very nearly as big as a milestone, an exclamation of pleasure to meet her. with which he toiled up the hill after us, My dear Ursula, how charmed I am to scotching the wheel with it every time that see you! Forgive my freedom,” he added.

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"When I first knew you, you were no higher until I had sworn all my great gods that I than that, you know," and he made the would dine with her to-day. I really vever measure with his hand in the air.

saw anything so shocking as her appearance. “ Yes, but I have grown since then. I I suppose, like myself, she had expected to am now as tall as that,” she said, drawing find no one, and had put on an old gown herself up to her full height, and drawing it was a very dirty one- - and those naked her hand up with a lazy charming gesture little high shoulders ! I assure you one to a level with her head, “ and I am always could see the articulation of her anatomy called Miss Hamilton.”

all down her chest as far as her waist. You I was amazed at her self-possession; and never saw such a hideous spectacle in your so, I think, was Monsieur René, for be life !" suddenly flushed and turned with rather an " Where was Monsieur de Malan ? " embarrassed manner to speak to Madame " Oh, she had left him somewhere or Olympe.

other by the seaside in Normandy, and was "I feel proud of myself,” said Ursula to only herself in Paris for a day or two on busime in English. “I suppose I am the first ness. If he had been there I might have person who has ever put that man down in borne it. I always rather liked Malan; but his life.”

a tête-á-tête with Sophie was more than my “He does not seem to like it much,” said poor shattered frame could stand. So I I.

wrote a little note (to be sent at seven "Good for him!” she answered, with a o'clock), stating how at the eleventh hour wicked smile.

my wretched health obliged me to renounce "Now tell me what on earth has brought the promised happiness," &c.

back to me so soon, René ?” said Ma- “ So that, in point of fact, it is to Madame Olympe. “ Your erratic proceed- dame de Malan's invitation to dinner that ings become daily more wonderful." we are indebted for the pleasure of seeing

* Suppose I have come back for the meet you ?” said Miss Hamilton. to-morrow? Would that be so very won- • Do you know her, Miss Hamilton ?” derful ? ” said he.

said Monsieur de Saldes, turning to her. “ Yes,” said Madame Olympe," for you “ Ob, though, of course you do! She was knew of the meet before you went, and had at Florence in the old days." no intention whatever of hunting.”

she was at Florence in the old Perbaps I came back to see old friends days," answered Miss Hamilton, smiling: - who knows?” he said, with a charming "but my acquaintance with her was very smile at Ursula.

slight." “ That won't do either,” said Madame you are going to England, Olympe Olympe. “You forget that I know what tells me," he continued, “and with Lady took you away in such a hurry: You had Blankeney? Surely, after the vita libera of better tell the truth at once it will have Italy, England, and under those auspices, to come out at last- - come, execute your- will never suit you ? :self with a good grace, and unfold the mys

“ I am afraid the alliance does not seem tery."

likely to last very long,” said Ursula. “ Our If I were to tell you, how you would points of view upon all subjects are so very laugh at me!” he said, laughing himself

. different. I don't feel certain how I may Well

, you must know, then, that yesterday like England under my new circumstances. evening I thought I would just go for half I have come into a fortune, you know; and an-hour to Madame de Limour's. At this among other pleasant things, have inherited season I made sure of finding her alone, and an estate in Devonshire, which I am told is having a little chat comfortably by her fire- quite lovely. I can fancy liking country

Not at all. There were at least | life in England - there is something useful, twenty people — men of science with dow- delightful, and altogether noble about it. dy wives, literary lions, a German poetess Whenever I read or hear about it, it seems with a goitre — and in the midst of all to me the ideal life. Each of the two times these, such a fish out of water, and more I have been in England, it has only been undressed than anything you can conceive, to make a hurried visit of a few days to Sophie de Malan! She was in the bands London upon business matters. Oh, how of a hideous man, who, I was told, had just ugly I thought it, and how I hated it! It written something about the decomposition was almost worth while going there, though, of oils. She flew to me at once, held on for the joy of returning afterwards to the like grim death, and would not let me go beloved land. How one's spirits rise the

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