"
"My dear friend, I will go with you round the world on such an errand," I
said, kissing her hand. How beautiful she looked; the generous colour
rose in her face, her voice thrilled with happiness. The music of
Christmas church bells leaped up at this moment with joyful gratulations;
the face of the old house, before which we stood talking, shone out in
the morning sun.
"You will come I thank you! I must run and tell Madame de Florac," cried
the happy young lady, and we entered the house together. "How came you to
be kissing Ethel's hand, sir; and what is the meaning of this early
visit?" asks Mrs. Laura, as soon as I had returned to my own apartments.
"Martha, get me a carpet-bag! I am going to London in an hour," cries Mr.
Pendennis. If I had kissed Ethel's hand jus now, delighted at the news
which she brought to me, was not one a thousand times dearer to me, as
happy as her friend? I know who prayed with a thankful heart that day as
we sped, in the almost solitary train, towards London.
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