But at this
moment little did she care for the art in itself. These things had but
one interest for her now--that they were connected with him, that they
seemed to bring her nearer to him and to strengthen the tie between
them.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "how happy we shall be together. You will paint,
while I embroider."
He had just retaken her hands, in the centre of this great room, in
the luxury of which she was quite at her ease, as it seemed to be her
natural surrounding, where her grace would be fully developed. Both of
them remained silent for a moment. Then she was, as usual, the first to
speak.
"Now everything is decided upon, is it not?"
"What?" he smilingly asked, "what do you mean?"
"Our marriage."
He hesitated an instant. His face, which had been very pale, flushed
quickly. She was disturbed at such a change.
"Have I made you angry in any way?"
But he had already conquered himself, and pressed her hands tenderly,
with a grasp that seemed to cover everything.
"Yes, it is decided upon, and it is sufficient for you to wish for a
thing that it should be done, no matter how many obstacles may oppose
it. Henceforward my one great desire in life will be to obey you."
Then her face beamed with perfect happiness and delight.
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