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but did not trouble myself to look up and gaze along the path they seemed so certain of treading. This then was no billet-doux, and it was in settled conviction to the contrary that I quietly opened it. Thus it ran; I translate: Angel of my dreams! a thousand thousand thanks for the promise kept. Scarcely did I venture to hope its fulfilment. I believed you, indeed, to be half in jest; and then you seemed to think the enterprise beset with such dangerthe hour so untimely, the alley so strictly secludedoften, you said, haunted by that dragon, the English teacherune véritable bégueule britannique à ce que vous ditesespèce de monstre, brusque et rude comme un vieux caporal de grenadiers, et revêche comme une religieuse (the reader will excuse my modesty in allowing this flattering sketch of my amiable self to retain the slight veil of the original tongue). You are aware, went on this precious effusion, that little Gustave, on account of his illness, has been removed to a masters chamberthat favoured chamber whose lattice overlooks your prison ground. There I, the best uncle in the world, am admitted to visit him. How tremblingly I approached the window and glanced into your Edenan Eden for me, though a desert for you! How I feared to behold vacancy, or the dragon aforesaid! How my heart palpitated with delight when, through apertures in the envious boughs, I at once caught the gleam of your graceful straw hat and the waving of your gray dressdress that I should recognize amongst a thousand! But why, my angel, will you not look up? Cruel to deny me one ray of those adorable eyes! How a single glance would have revived me! I write this in fiery haste. While the physician examines Gustave, I snatch an opportunity to enclose it in a small casket, together with a bouquet of flowers, the sweetest that blow, yet less sweet than thee, my Peri, my allcharming! Ever thinethou well knowest whom! I wish I did know whom, was my comment; and the wish bore even closer reference to the person addressed in this choice document than to the writer thereof. Perhaps it was from the fiancé of one of the engaged pupils; and, in that case, there was no great harm done or intendedonly a small irregularity. Several of the girls, the majority indeed, had brothers or cousins at the neighbouring college. But la robe grise, le chapeau de paillehere surely was a clue, a very confusing one. The straw hat was an ordinary garden head-screen, common to a score besides myself. The gray dress hardly gave more definite indication. Madame Beck herself ordinarily wore a gray dress just now; another teacher, and three of the pensionnaires, had had gray dresses purchased of the same shade and fabric as mine. It was a sort of everyday wear which happened at that time to be in vogue. Meanwhile, as I pondered, I knew I must go in. Lights moving in the dormitory announced that prayers were over and the pupils going to bed. Another half-hour and all doors would be locked, all lights extinguished. The front door yet stood open, to admit into the heated house the coolness of the summer night; from the portresses cabinet close by shone a lamp, showing the long vestibule with the two-leaved drawing- room doors on one side, the great street-door closing the vista. All at once quick rang the bellquick, but not louda cautious tinkle, a sort of warning metal whisper. Rosine darted from her cabinet and ran to open. The person she admitted stood with her two minutes in parley. There seemed a demur, a delay. Rosine came to the garden door, lamp in hand; she stood on the steps, lifting her lamp, looking round vaguely. Quel conte! she cried, with a coquettish laugh. Personne ny a été. Let me pass, pleaded a voice I knew. I ask but five minutes. And a familiar shape, tall and grand (as we of the Rue Fossette all thought it), issued from the house, and strode down amongst the beds and walks. It was sacrilege, the intrusion of a man into that spot at that hour; but he knew himself privileged, and perhaps he trusted to the friendly night. He wandered down the alleys, looking on this side and on that; he was lost in the shrubs, trampling flowers and breaking branches in his search; he penetrated at last the forbidden walk. There I met him, like some ghost, I suppose. Dr. John! it is found. He did not ask by whom, for with his quick eye he perceived that I held it in my hand. |
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