"Perhaps--I hope so. Oh, you must not take me too much in earnest," Hélène said, and there was an almost imploring look in her eyes. She added quickly--"I hope I shall often see madame your mother. What a beautiful face she has--and I am sure she is good and happy." This was a fine subject for Angelot. He talked of his mother, her religion, her charity, her heroism, while Hélène listened and asked childish questions about the life at La Marinière, to which her evening visit had attracted her strangely. And the minutes flew on, and these two cousins forgot the outside world and all its considerations in each other's eyes, and the shadows lengthened, till at last the children's voices began to come nearer. Mademoiselle Moineau snored on, it is true, but the enchanting time was coming to an end. "Remember," Angelot said, "nothing sad or cruel can happen to you any more. You are in your own country; your own people will take care of you and love you--we are relations, remember--my father and mother and my uncle and Riette--and I, Hélène!" He ended in the lowest whisper, and suddenly his slight brown hands closed on hers, and his dark face bent over her. "Never--never be sad again! I adore you--my sweet, my beautiful--" Very softly their lips met. Hélène, entirely carried out of herself, let him hold her for a moment in his arms, then started up with flaming cheeks in consternation, and began to hurry towards the gate. At the same moment the three young girls came down the path towards the sun-dial, and Mademoiselle Moineau, waking with a violent start, got up and hobbled stiffly forward into the sunshine. "Where are you, my children?" she cried. "Sophie, Lucie, it is quite time to go back to your lessons--see, your sister is gone already. Say good-by to your cousins, my dears--" [Illustration: SUDDENLY HIS SLIGHT BROWN HANDS CLOSED ON HERS.] "We may all go back to the château together, madame, may we not?" said Angelot with dancing eyes, and he hurried the children on, all chattering of the wonderful corners and treasures that Henriette had shown them. But Mademoiselle Hélène flew before like the wind, and was not to be overtaken. In the meanwhile, Madame de Sainfoy consulted Cousin Urbain about her new silk hangings for the large drawing-room, and also as to a list of names for a dinner, at which the chief guests were to be the Baron de Mauves, the Prefect of the Department, and Monsieur le Général Ratoneau, commanding the troops in that western district. "And I suppose it is necessary to invite all these excellent cousins?" Madame de Sainfoy asked her husband that evening, when the cousins were gone. "Entirely necessary, my dear Adélaïde!" CHAPTER VIII HOW MONSIEUR JOSEPH MET WITH MANY ANNOYANCES