He saw the water standing in
her eyes, when a consciousness of what must be her feelings seized
him; he drew her to his side, asked her forgiveness, and wished fire
were set to the Palace and himself in the midst of it! He deserved
it for wounding, even in jest, the heart of the best and noblest
sister in the world.
"I am not wounded, dear Le Gardeur," replied she, softly; "I knew
you were only in jest. My foolish heart is so sensitive to all
mention of the Palace and its occupants in connection with you, that
I could not even take in jest what was so like truth."
"Forgive me, I will never mention the Palace to you again, Amelie,
except to repeat the malediction I have bestowed upon it a thousand
times an hour since I returned to Tilly."
"My own brave brother!" exclaimed she, embracing him, "now I am
happy!"
The shrill notes of a bugle were heard sounding a military call to
breakfast. It was the special privilege of an old servitor of the
family, who had been a trumpeter in the troop of the Seigneur of
Tilly, to summon the family of the Manor House in that manner to
breakfast only.
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