Both those I found, years and years ago, when Rose and I first came to live together in the house yonder." He spoke with a quiet sadness in his voice, which meant far more to his sister than the simple words he uttered.

Her eyes filled with tears; she turned for a moment from her lover, and took her brother's hand.

"Don't talk, Louis, as if you thought you were going to lose your sister, because--" Her lips began to tremble, and she stopped suddenly.
"More jealous than ever of your taking her away from him!" whispered Madame Danville in her son's ear.

"Hush! don't, for God's sake, take any notice of it," she added, hurriedly, as he rose from the seat and faced Trudaine with undisguised irritation and impatience in his manner.
Before he could speak, the old servant Guillaume made his appearance, and announced that coffee was ready.

Madame Danville again said "Hush!" and quickly took one of his arms, while he offered the other to Rose.
"Charles," said the young girl, amazedly, "how flushed your face is, and how your arm trembles!" He controlled himself in a moment, smiled, and said to her: "Can't you guess why, Rose?
I am thinking of to-morrow." While he was speaking, he passed close by the land-steward, on his way back to the house with the ladies.