n repeating
them to herself. The pressure of his hand had been warmer, the tone
of his voice softer, the glance of his eye more kind, and he looked
pityingly, she thought, upon her wan face when he left her in the
gallery, and with a cheery voice and a kiss bade her take care of her
health and win back the lost roses of Acadia.

These words passed through her mind with unceasing repetition, and a
white border of light was visible on the edge of the dark cloud which
hung over her. "The roses of Acadia will never bloom again," thought she
sadly. "I have watered them with salt tears too long, and all in vain.
O Bigot, I fear it is too late, too late!" Still, his last look and last
words reflected a faint ray of hope and joy upon her pallid countenance.

Dame Tremblay entered the apartment, and while busying herself on
pretence of setting it in order, talked in her garrulous way of the
little incidents of daily life in the Chateau, and finished by a
mention, as if it were casual, of the arrival of the wise woman of the
city, who knew everything, who could interpret dreams, and tell, by
looking in a glass or in your hand, things past, present, and to come.

"A wonderful woman," Dame Tremblay said, "a perilous woman too, not safe
to deal with; but for all that, every one runs after her, and she has
a good or bad word for every person who consults her. For my part,"
continued the dame, "she foretold my marriage with the Goodman Tremblay
long before it happened, and she also foretold his death to the very
month it happened. So I have reason to believe in her as well as to be
thankful!"

Caroline listened attentively to the dame's remarks. She was not
superstitious, but yet not above the beliefs of her age, while the
Indian strain in her lineage and her familiarity with the traditions
of the Abenaquis inclined her to yield more than ordinary respect to
dreams.

Caroline had dreamed of riding on a coal-black horse, seated behind the
veiled figure of a man whose face she could not see, who carried her
like the wind away to the ends of the earth, and there shut her up in
a mountain for ages and ages, until a bright angel cleft the rock,
and, clasping her in his arms, bore her up to light and liberty in the
presence of the Redeemer and of all the host of heaven.

This dream lay heavy on her mind. For the veiled figure she knew was
one she loved, but who had no honest love for her. Her mind had been
brooding over the dream all