who was enjoying the sight of this
guileless passion.
"Do not punish me for confiding in you," replied she. "It is so
delightful to say to my father's heart, 'I love him! I am so happy in
loving him!'--You will see my Wenceslas! His brow is so sad. The sun
of genius shines in his gray eyes--and what an air he has! What do you
think of Livonia? Is it a fine country?--The idea of Cousin Betty's
marrying that young fellow! She might be his mother. It would be murder!
I am quite jealous of all she has ever done for him. But I don't think
my marriage will please her."
"See, my darling, we must hide nothing from your mother."
"I should have to show her the seal, and I promised not to betray Cousin
Lisbeth, who is afraid, she says, of mamma's laughing at her," said
Hortense.
"You have scruples about the seal, and none about robbing your cousin of
her lover."
"I promised about the seal--I made no promise about the sculptor."
This adventure, patriarchal in its simplicity, came admirably _a propos_
to the unconfessed poverty of the family; the Baron, while praising
his daughter for her candor, explained to her that she must now leave
matters to the discretion of her parents.
"You understand, my child, that it is not your part to ascertain whether
your cousin's lover is a Count, if he has all his papers properly
certified, and if his conduct is a guarantee for his respectability.--As
for your cousin, she refused five offers when she was twenty years
younger; that will prove no obstacle, I undertake to say."
"Listen to me, papa; if you really wish to see me married, never say a
word to Lisbeth about it till just before the contract is signed. I have
been catechizing her about this business for the last six months! Well,
there is something about her quite inexplicable----"
"What?" said her father, puzzled.
"Well, she looks evil when I say too much, even in joke, about her
lover. Make inquiries, but leave me to row my own boat. My confidence
ought to reassure you."
"The Lord said, 'Suffer little children to come unto Me.' You are one
of those who have come back again," replied the Baron with a touch of
irony.
After breakfast the dealer was announced, and the artist with his group.
The sudden flush that reddened her daughter's face at once made the
Baroness suspicious and then watchful, and the girl's confusion and
the light in her eyes soon betrayed the mystery so badly guarded in her
simple heart.
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