"
He laid his fingers upon her hand. It was a delicate little hand,
but with the strength of an angel's it had moulded his destiny and
led him to the honorable position he had attained. He was
profoundly conscious at this moment of what he owed to this girl's
silent influence. He contented himself, however, with saying, "I
will so strive that one day Amelie de Repentigny shall not shame to
say she too is proud of me."
She did not reply for a moment. A tremor agitated her low, sweet
voice. "I am proud of you now, Pierre,--more proud than words can
tell to see you so honored, and proudest to think you deserve it
all."
It touched him almost to tears. "Thanks, Amelie; when you are proud
of me I shall begin to feel pride of myself. Your opinion is the
one thing in life I have most cared for,--your approbation is my
best reward."
Her eyes were eloquent with unspoken words, but she thought, "If
that were all!" Pierre Philibert had long received the silent
reward of her good opinion and approbation.
The Bourgeois at this moment came up to salute Amelie and the Lady
de Tilly.
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