"
"And your wish will not be gratified, sir, for the season will
be over by next month and the hotel closed for the winter. I
am sorry for that, but I wonder you can wish to see a place
where any one was rude to you--now with me of course it is
different."
"In what way, Madelon?"
"Ah! that I will not tell you--but we will go to the convent at
Liege, Monsieur Horace; I would like to see Soeur Lucie again.
Poor Soeur Lucie--but it is sad to think that she is always
there making her confitures--there are so many other things to
be done in the world."
"For example?"
"Joining a marching regiment," she said, looking at him half-
laughing, half-shyly. "Monsieur Horace, where will you go when
you are tired of L----? You will be tired of it some day, I
know, and so shall I. Where will you go next?"
"I don't know," he answered; "you see, Madelon, in taking a
wife, I undertake a certain responsibility; I can't go
marching about the world as if I were a single man."
"You don't mean that!" she cried, "if I thought you meant
that, I--I--ah, why do you tease me?" she added, as Graham could
not help laughing, "you know you promised me I should go with
you everywhere.
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