The old man bowed down his head with a pensive air, and remained silent
for some time, seemingly absorbed by recollections of the past.
“Can it be so?” at length ne said, raising his head, “can it be
twenty-five years ago. Good heaven! it appears to me only yesterday that
you were born in this house, that you first saw the light in that very
room:” and the old man raised his head, and pointed to a door which led
into another room.
Paul, in his turn, appeared to reflect, and then, looking around him, to
strengthen by the aid of objects which presented themselves to his view,
the recollections which crowded on his memory.
“In this cottage, in that room,” he repeated, “and I lived here till
I was five years old, did I not?”
“Yes,” murmured the old man, as if fearful to disturb the feelings which
were taking possession of the young man’s mind.
“Well,” continued Paul, leaning his head on both his hands, as if to
concentrate his thoughts, “allow me for one moment to look back, in my
turn, to the past, for I am recollecting a room which I had thought I
had seen in a dream--it may be that one. Listen to me! Oh! how strange
it is--remembrances now rush upon me.”
“Speak, my child, speak!” said the old man.
“It it be that room, there ought to be on the right, as you go in, at
the end of the room, a bed with green hangings.”
“Yes.”
“A crucifix at the head of the bed.”
“Yes.”
“A closet opposite, in which were books, among the rest a large Bible,
with numerous engravings.”
“There it is,” said the old man, pointing to the sacred book which was
lying open on a desk for prayer.
“Oh! it is that--it is that,” cried Paul, pressing his lips against the
leaves.
“Oh! good and pious heart,” cried the old man, “I thank thee, oh! my
God--I thank thee.”
“Then,” said Paul, rising, “in that room there is a window, from which
you can discern the sea, and on the sea, three islands?”
“Yes, Houat, Hoedic, and Belle-Ileen-mer.
“Then, it is really so,” said Paul, rushing towards the room, and then
perceiving that the old man was about to follow him, he said: “No, no! I
must be alone--let me enter it alone--I feel that I must be alone,” and he
went into the room, closing the door after him.
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