Foye, and Agathe would fain have driven
herself in the race, but being in full dress to-day, she thought of
her wardrobe and the company. She checked the ardor of her father,
and entered the park demurely, as one of the gravest of the guests.
"Happy youths! Noble lads, Agathe!" exclaimed the Chevalier,
admiringly, as the brothers rode rapidly past them. "New France
will be proud of them some day!"
The rest of the company now began to arrive in quick succession.
The lawn was crowded with guests. "Ten thousand thanks for coming!"
exclaimed Pierre Philibert, as he assisted Amelie de Repentigny and
the Lady de Tilly to alight from their carriage.
"We could not choose but come to-day, Pierre," replied Amelie,
feeling without displeasure the momentary lingering of his hand as
it touched hers. "Nothing short of an earthquake would have kept
aunt at home," added she, darting a merry glance of sympathy with
her aunt's supposed feelings.
"And you, Amelie?" Pierre looked into those dark eyes which shyly
turned aside from his gaze.
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