We shall have all the work-people there.

We will throw the park open to the countryside; it will be a grand fete.

For we are lords of the manor there," added she, with pride.
"You are right, mamma; it will be far better," exclaimed Micheline.

And taking Serge by the hand: "Come, let us go," said she, and led him into the garden.
And amid the sweet-smelling shrubs they resumed their walk, always the same yet ever new, their arms twined round each other, the young girl clinging to him whom she loved, and he looking fondly at her, and with caressing voice telling her the oft-told tale of love which she was never tired of hearing, and which always filled her with thrills of joy..