The Lady de Tilly reclined comfortably in her fauteuil looking with
good-natured complacency upon the little group beside her. Amelie,
sitting on a stool, reclined her head against the bosom of her aunt,
whose arm embraced her closely and lovingly as she listened with
absorbing interest to an animated conversation between her aunt and
Pierre Philibert.
The Lady de Tilly drew Pierre out to talk of his travels, his
studies, and his military career, of which he spoke frankly and
modestly. His high principles won her admiration; the chivalry and
loyalty of his character, mingled with the humanity of the true
soldier, touched a chord in her own heart, stirring within her the
sympathies of a nature akin to his.
The presence of Pierre Philibert, so unforeseen at the old Manor
House, seemed to Amelie the work of Providence for a good and great
end--the reformation of her brother. If she dared to think of
herself in connection with him it was with fear and trembling, as a
saint on earth receives a beatific vision that may only be realized
in Heaven.
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