Volume II Part 3 (1/2)
”The little boy!” she gave a kind of bright cry, and herself ca yet there, said, with the loveliest ive her, and pray come in It was kind to come all the way up those stairs, which are steep as the road to fame”
”Is that steep?” I asked, for her style instantly excitedmood
”Some say so,” she replied,--”those who seek it But coer-tips to a sofa, also in the light, as in the rooardens, and doards from the heavens into thatalso open A curtain was drawn across the alcove at the end, and between us and its folds of green, standing out racefully, was a beautiful harp; there were also -room since I left my Davy, and I concluded they had been retrieved from her lost father's library But upon the whole roo harp nor illustrating volu everywhere else, I could only wonder I had ever looked away Her very dress was such as would have become no other, and was that which she herself invested with its charm She wore a dark-blue muslin, darker than the summer heaven, but of the self-same hue; this robe orn loosely, was laced in front over a white bodice Upon those folds was flung a shawl of soain over that shady brilliance fell the long hair, velvet-soft, and darker than the pine-trees in the twilight The same unearthly hue slept in the azure-emerald of her divinely moulded eyes, mild and liquid asobd stars, and just as superhuman The hair, thus loosened, swept over her shoulder into her lap There was not upon its strea; and had it not been so fine, ht a head so snificent hair you have!” said I
”It seems I was determined to , I should have put it out of the way; but whenever I am lazy or tired, I like to play with it The Chevalier calls it my rosary”
I was at home directly
”The Chevalier! Oh! have you seen him since that day?”
”Four, five, six times”
”And I have not seen hiht, nine, ten times Never mind! He comes to see me, you know, out of that kindness whose prettiest name is charity”
”Where is he now?” I inquired, impatient of that remark of hers
”Now? I do not know He has been away a fortnight, conducting everywhere Have you not heard?”
”No,--what?”
”Of the Mer de Glace overture and accompaniments?”
”I have not heard a word”
She took hold of her hair and stroked it impatiently; still, there was such sweetness in her accent as ry
”I told Floris!”
I looked up inquiringly; there was that in her eye which ht of an unfallen tear
”But I don't knoho you lad not How silly I am! Oh, _madre mia_! this hot weather softens the brain, I do believe,--I should never have done it in the winter And all this ti what is that basket upon which Josephine seems to have set her whole soul”
”It is for you,” said Josephine
”Oh,” I exclaimed, ”how careless I aht it”
”Young Delemann? Oh, thank him, please! I know very well Here, then, _piccola, carina_! you shall have to open it Where are the ivory scissors?”
”Oh, how exquisite!” I cried; for I knew she ain froht it like him; but you are so like hiht,--there is a kind of likeness”
She raised her eyes, so full of lustre, that I even longed for the lids to fall The brilliant sht, had spread over her whole face I forgot her strange words in her uniain All this while the little one was untwisting the green bands which were passed over and under the basket At length the cover was lifted: there were seven or eight iht therescent, but still I was surprised There was no letter