CHAPTER XXVIII.
A DAY AT THE MANOR HOUSE.
Amelie, after a night of wakefulness and wrestling with a tumult of
new thoughts and emotions,--no longer dreams, but realities of
life,--dressed herself in a light morning costume, which, simple as
it was, bore the touch of her graceful hand and perfect taste. With
a broad-brimmed straw hat set upon her dark tresses, which were
knotted with careless care in a blue ribbon, she descended the steps
of the Manor House. There was a deep bloom upon her cheeks, and her
eyes looked like fountains of light and gladness, running over to
bless all beholders.
She inquired of Felix Beaudoin of her brother. The old majordomo,
with a significant look, informed her that Monsieur Le Gardeur had
just ordered his horse to ride to the village. He had first called
for a decanter of Cognac, and when it was brought to him he suddenly
thrust it back and would not taste it. "He would not drink even
Jove's nectar in the Manor House, he said; but would go down to the
village, where Satan mixed the drink for thirsty souls like his!
Poor Le Gardeur!" continued Felix, "you must not let him go to the
village this morning, mademoiselle!"
Amelie was startled at this information.
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