"
"I know," said Madelon, "and I do love you, Aunt Barbara, but
I must always care for papa most of all."
"I know, my dear; it is only natural, and from what Horace
tells me, he must have deserved your love." And with those
words, Mrs. Treherne in some sort forgave the man who had been
the one hatred of her life, and won the heart of the girl
beside her.
"Aunt Barbara," she cried again, "I do love you." And this
time Mrs. Treherne believed her.
CHAPTER VII.
Conclusion.
The hotel at Chaudfontaine was closed for the winter. Every
window in the big white building was shuttered, every door
barred; the courtyard was empty; not a footstep, nor a voice
was resounded. Nevertheless, an open carriage from Liege
stopped in front of the gate, and two people getting out,
proceeded to look through the iron bars of the railing.
"Was I not right?" said Madelon. "I told you, Horace, it would
be closed for the winter, and so it is."
"I don't care in the least," he replied. "If it affords me any
gratification, Madelon, to look through the railings into that
courtyard, I don't see why I should not have it.
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