Her questioning eyes hardly needed the interpretation of her tongue
to draw him out to impart the story of his life during his long
absence from New France, and it was with secret delight she found in
him a powerful, cultivated intellect and nobility of sentiment such
as she rightly supposed belonged only to a great man, while his
visible pleasure at meeting her again filled her with a secret joy
that, unnoticed by herself, suffused her whole countenance with
radiance, and incited her to converse with him more freely than she
had thought it possible when she sat down at table.
"It is long since we all sat together, Mademoiselle, at the table of
your noble aunt," remarked Philibert. "It fulfills an often and
often repeated day-dream of mine, that I should one day find you
just the same."
"And do you find me just the same?" answered she, archly. "You take
down the pride of ladyhood immensely, Colonel! I had imagined I was
something quite other than the wild child of Tilly!"
"I hardly like to consider you as in the pride of ladyhood,
Mademoiselle, for fear I should lose the wild child of Tilly, whom I
should be so glad to find again.
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