She rises impulsively and walks over to him, putting her delicate hand, warm with youth and health, into his cold, white, trembling one. "Indeed, I will try," she says, earnestly. "Only be kind to me, and do not frighten me with your jealous fancies, and I will like you very much indeed!" He kisses the little hand with the ardor of a boyish lover, feeling his heart beat warm and youthful still at her gently-spoken words. "A thousand thanks, my angel!" he exclaims. "Your words have made me very happy. I will try to curb my jealous temper and merit your sweet regard. And now, my dearest, how soon can you accompany me? I do not want to go away without you." "You wish me to go at once--to-day?" she stammers, drawing back ever so slightly. "To-day--at once," he answers. "I have wearied for a sight of you so long, my wife, that I cannot let you go again. I want you to put on a carriage costume at once, and I will take you to Worth's, and from thence to the _chateau_." "But my maid--and my trunks," she urges, in dismay. "Tell your maid to pack your trunks and we will send for them this evening, and her also. By the way, who is your maid? Have you a competent one?" he inquires. "You remember Lucy--the girl who came over with me from New York?" she says. He frowns slightly. "Ah, yes; but she will not suit you now, dear. You must let her go, and secure a skillful French maid." "Let Lucy go--the faithful creature!" For the first time her lip quivers. "Oh, no, I cannot part with Lucy. She has been my attendant ever since I was a child, and is the only link that is left to me out of my old life." "Keep her with you still, then, but secure a French maid also, and let Lucy hold a sinecure." "It would break her heart, Colonel Carlyle, to depose her from her post as my chief helper. Besides, though she is rather illiterate, the girl has real talent and taste in her vocation. Pray do not ask me to give her up." "As you please, my dear. But now go and make your adieux to the lady superior and your friends here, and prepare to accompany me to your new home," said the colonel, with slight impatience, for he already felt his dominant passion, jealousy, rising within him at Bonnibel's openly-expressed preference for her maid. Old or young, male or female, he could not feel contented that anyone but himself should hold a place in his young wife's heart. She went away and remained what seemed a long time to the impatient old man. She came back with slightly-flushed cheeks and a mist in her sea-blue eyes, attended by the superior of the convent. With a brief and gentle farewell to her, Bonnibel entered the carriage with her husband. CHAPTER XXIV. "Hurrah, Leslie!" "Well, Carl!" "Our pictures are sold!" "What pictures?"