He put out his hand and drew her to him.
"Why, little one, what do you know of these things?
How did you find me out here ?" She bent nearer to him, swaying her slender figure, with its bright gossamer muslins, like a dainty hare-bell, and lifting her face to his--earnest, beseeching, and very eager.
"I came--I came--please don't be angry--because I heard them say you had no money, and I want you to take mine.

Do take it! Look, it is all bright gold, and it is my own, my very own.

Papa gives it to me to do just what I like with.

Do take it; pray do!" Coloring deeply, for the Petite Reine had that true instinct of generous natures,--a most sensitive delicacy for others,--but growing ardent in her eloquence and imploring in her entreaty, she shook on to Cecil's knee, out of a little enamel sweetmeat box, twenty bright Napoleons that fell in a glittering shower on the grass.
He started, and looked at her in a silence that she mistook for offense.
She leaned nearer, pale now with her excitement, and with her large eyes gleaming and melting with passionate entreaty.
"Don't be angry; pray take it; it is all my own, and you know I have bonbons, and books, and playthings, and ponies, and dogs till I am tired of them; I never want the money; indeed I don't.

Take it, please take it; and if you will only let me ask Papa or Rock they will give you thousands and thousands of pounds, if that isn't enough.