That primitive bit of nature had never been disturbed by axe or
fire, and was a favorite spot for recreation to the inmates of the
Manor House, to whom it was accessible either by boat up the little
stream, or by a pleasant drive through the old woods.
As the carriages drew up in front of the Manor House, every door,
window, and gable of which looked like an old friend in the eyes of
Pierre Philibert, a body of female servants--the men had all been
away at the city--stood ranged in their best gowns and gayest
ribbons to welcome home their mistress and Mademoiselle Amelie, who
was the idol of them all.
Great was their delight to see Monsieur Le Gardeur, as they usually
styled their young master, with another gentleman in military
costume, whom it did not take two minutes for some of the sharp-eyed
lasses to recognize as Pierre Philibert, who had once saved the life
of Le Gardeur on a memorable occasion, and who now, they said one to
another, was come to the Manor House to--to--they whispered what it
was to each other, and smiled in a knowing manner.
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