"
"Perhaps they will let me sing too," said Madelon. "Ah, I
shall like that--I love singing so much; do you think they
will?"
"I think it very likely," said Horace; "but now, Madelon, we
must be going towards home; it is almost quite dark, and we
have a long walk before us."
Madelon was almost cheerful again now. She so readily seized
the brighter side of any prospect, that it was only when the
dark side was too forcibly presented to her that she would
consent to dwell on it; and now the sound of the nuns singing
had, unconsciously to herself, idealised the life that had
appeared so dull and cheerless when viewed in connexion with
the grey twilight, and had changed its whole aspect. When they
reached the boulevards, where the lamps were all lighted now,
and the people still walking up and down, it was she who
proposed that they should sit down on one of the benches for a
while.
"This is the last walk I shall have with you," she said, "for
such a long, long time."
"Not so very long," said Graham, "you know I am to come and
see you on my way back from Germany, and then if I can manage
it, we will have another walk together.
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