She sat down in an armchair, and forced herself to picture her life with
Henry. It would be full of such great and interesting things, and he
would be there to guide and protect her always and keep her from all
regrets.
So presently she grew calm and comforted, and by the time she was
dressed for dinner, she was even bright and gay, and made a most sweet
and gracious mistress of Heronac and of the heart of Henry Fordyce.
Just as they were leaving the dining-room, Nicholas brought her a
message from Pere Anselme, to the effect that a very bad storm was
coming up, and she must be sure to have the great iron shutters inside
the lower dungeon windows securely closed. He had already told Berthe's
son to take in the little boat.
And as they crossed the connecting passage, Madame Imogen gave a scream,
for a vivid flash of lightning came in through the open
windows--followed by a terrific crash of thunder, and when they reached
the sitting-room the storm had indeed come.
It was past midnight when Michael reached Paris, and, going in to the
Ritz, met Miss Daisy Van der Horn and a number of other friends just
leaving after a merry dinner in a private room. They greeted him with
fervor. Where had he been? And would not he dress quickly and come on to
supper with them?
"Why, you look as glum as an owl, Michael Arranstoun!" Miss Van der Horn
herself informed him. "Just you hustle and put on your evening things,
and we'll make you feel a new man."
And with the most supreme insolence, before them all he bent down and
kissed both her hands--while his blue eyes blazed with devilment as he
answered:
"I will join you in half an hour--but if you pull me out of bed like
this, you will have to make a night of it with me. You shan't go home at
all!"
CHAPTER XIII
A whole month went by, and after the storm peace seemed to cover
Heronac. Sabine gardened with Pere Anselme, and listened to his kindly,
shrewd common sense, and then they read poetry in the afternoons when
tea was over. They read Beranger, Francois Villon, Victor Hugo, and
every now and then they even dashed into de Musset!
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