Graham lighted a candle for her, and
opened the door leading into the inner room; she paused a
moment as she took the light; and gazed up into the kind face
looking down upon her; then she put her hand into his, and
saying, "Good-night, Monsieur," went into her own room. Graham
closed the door, and returned to his writing. That was all
that passed between them, but from that time Madelon's feeling
for Horace Graham approached adoration.
CHAPTER IV.
Madelon's Promise.
A week later, and Madelon was again, as on the day of her
father's death, standing at a long open window, looking out on
the fading glories of another evening sky. But instead of the
narrow Paris street, with its noisy rattle of vehicles, and
high white houses limiting the view of earth and heaven,
before her lay the small garden of a Liege hotel, and beyond,
the steep slope of a hill, where, mingled with trees, roof
rose above roof, to where two churches crowning the ridge,
showed their grey masses outlined against the clear pale blue.
Madelon had left Paris with Horace Graham the day before, and
they had arrived at Liege that afternoon.
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