“The same answer that I make to every one,--I would consult my sister
Dinah. 'Le Roi s'avisera' meant, I take it, that he 'd be led by a wiser
head than his own.”
“He was wise when he knew it,” said she, sententiously, and continued
her work.
And from that day forth they all journeyed together, and one of them
was very happy, and some were far more than happy; and Aunt Dinah was
anxious even beyond her wont.
CHAPTER XXIX. THE RAMBLE
Day after day, week after week rolled on, and they still rambled
about among the picturesque old villages on the Moselle, almost losing
themselves in quaint unvisited spots, whose very names were new to them.
To Barrington and his sister this picture of a primitive peasant life,
with its own types of costume and custom, had an indescribable charm.
Though debarred, from his ignorance of their dialect, of anything like
intercourse with the people, he followed them in their ways with intense
interest, and he would pass hours in the market-place, or stroll through
the fields watching the strange culture, and wondering at the very
implements of their labor. And the young people all this while? They
were never separate. They read, and walked, and sat together from dawn
to dark. They called each other Fifine and Freddy. Sometimes she sang,
and he was there to listen; sometimes he drew, and she was as sure to be
leaning over him in silent wonder at his skill; but with all this there
was no love-making between them,--that is, no vows were uttered, no
pledges asked for. Confidences, indeed, they interchanged, and without
end. She told the story of her friendless infancy, and the long dreary
years of convent life passed in a dull routine that had almost barred
the heart against a wish for change; and he gave her the story of his
more splendid existence, charming her imagination with a picture of
that glorious Eastern life, which seemed to possess an instinctive
captivation for her. And at last he told her, but as a great secret
never to be revealed, how his father and her own had been the dearest,
closest friends; that for years and years they had lived together like
brothers, till separated by the accidents of life. _Her_ father went
away to a long distant station, and _his_ remained to hold a high
military charge, from which he was now relieved and on his way back to
Europe. “What happiness for you, Freddy,” cried she, as her eyes ran
over, “to see him come home in honor! What had I given that such a fate
were mine!”
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