His hopes were sure hopes, although he did not dare to give himself
the sweet assurance of it, nor did Amelie herself as yet suspect how
far her heart was irrevocably wedded to Pierre Philibert.
Deep as was the impression of that moment upon both of them, neither
Philibert nor Amelie yielded to its influence more than to lapse
into a momentary silence, which was relieved by Le Gardeur, who,
suspecting not the cause,--nay, thinking it was on his account that
his companions were so unaccountably grave and still, kindly
endeavored to force the conversation upon a number of interesting
topics, and directed the attention of Philibert to various points of
the landscape which suggested reminiscences of his former visits to
Tilly.
The equilibrium of conversation was restored, and the three, sitting
down on a long, flat stone, a boulder which had dropped millions of
years before out of an iceberg as it sailed slowly over the glacial
ocean which then covered the place of New France, commenced to talk
over Amelie's programme of the previous night, the amusements she
had planned for the week, the friends in all quarters they were to
visit, and the friends from all quarters they were to receive at the
Manor House.
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