"She brightened up a little when they started again. It was the first time in her remembrance that she had been so far from home, and novelty has always great charm for a child. Travelling was not in those days as it is now, when the public conveyances go to Paris at least twice a week, and one does not require to be a great lord to be able to visit distant places. And Edmee felt as if she had got quite to the other side of the world when, on the evening of the second day, the heavy travelling carriage turned in the gates of Sarinet and drew up before the great door, where her uncle, the Marquise, a small delicate-looking lady, with a peevish expression, and a boy, whom, though he had grown taller, she knew again in an instant to be her cousin Edmond, were all waiting to receive them with proper ceremony. "Edmee turned as quickly as she could, with politeness, from the smiles of her uncle, which she somehow always fancied to be half-mocking, and the careless greeting of her aunt, to the boy cousin, of whom she had often thought with pity. She wondered if he had become better-tempered and less selfish. But the first glance was not reassuring. Except that he had grown taller he was very much the same as the cross, haughty little boy of two or three years ago. "`What do you look at me so for, my cousin?' he said; `I have grown tall, have I not? You are taller too, though of course much smaller than I. But you are very pretty. I find you even prettier than before, only your hair is arranged in a very old-fashioned way. However, I am delighted you have come to live with us. I shall now have some one to amuse me, and for you too--you will find Paris, and even Sarinet much livelier than Valmont.' "Edmee had grown redder and redder during this speech, but Edmond did not seem to observe it. "`And how is that stable-boy you used to be so fond of?' continued Edmond. The children were a little apart from the elders of the group by this time, so, fortunately perhaps for future harmony, no one overheard when the girl flashed round upon her cousin. "`Edmond de Sarinet,' she said with a dignity that was comical and yet touching, `I warn you now, once for all, that I will only be your friend--I will only play with you and be kind to you--on condition of your never daring to say one word against my dear home or my dear friends. And this, sir, it is just as well you should understand from the beginning,' and then, overcome by all she had gone through in the last few days, she flew to her mother, and hiding her face in her arms burst into tears. "`What a little savage!' said the Marquise in a low voice to her husband. But the boy Edmond looked sorry." CHAPTER SEVEN.