"Leave me, I pray. My mind is in a sad tumult.
I would fain rest. I have much to fear, but something also to hope
for now," she said, leaning back in her chair in deep and quiet
thought.
"The Chateau is very still now, my Lady," replied the dame, "the
servants are all worn out with long attendance and fast asleep. Let
my Lady go to her own apartments, which are bright and airy. It
will be better for her than this dull chamber."
"True, dame!" Caroline rose at the suggestion. "I like not this
secret chamber. It suited my sad mood, but now I seem to long for
air and sunshine. I will go with you to my own room."
They ascended the winding stair, and Caroline seated herself by the
window of her own chamber, overlooking the park and gardens of the
Chateau. The huge, sloping forest upon the mountain side, formed,
in the distance, with the blue sky above it, a landscape of beauty,
upon which her eyes lingered with a sense of freshness and delight.
Dame Tremblay left her to her musings, to go, she said, to rouse up
the lazy maids and menservants, to straighten up the confusion of
everything in the Chateau after the late long feast.
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