Your father used to take you to those
rooms, but he would not have liked to have seen you there
alone last night, and you must never go again."
He tried to speak lightly, but the words aroused some new
consciousness in the child, and she coloured scarlet.
"I--I did not know--" she began; and then stopped suddenly, and
never again spoke of making Monsieur Horace's fortune.
CHAPTER XVIII.
Partings.
So it was something like the end of a fairy tale after all;
for a carriage stopped before the restaurant at Le Trooz, and
out of it came a gentleman, and a lady beautiful enough to be
a fairy godmother, and the little wandering Princess herself,
no other than our Madelon, who ran up to Jeanne-Marie as she
came to the door, and clasping her round the neck, clung to
her more tightly than she had ever clung before, till the
woman, disengaging herself, turned to speak to her other
visitors. Mrs. Treherne came into the little public room,
which happened to be empty just then, and siting down on one
of the wooden chairs, began to talk to Jeanne-Marie; whilst
Madelon, escaping, made her way to the garden at the back,
where she had spent so many peaceful hours.
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