Would you believe it? both his carriages were
OUT AT A WEDDING. I could not wait till they came back. I had waited an
eternity. I came on foot. I dragged my self along; the body was weak,
but the heart was strong. A little way from here my wound seemed
inclined to open. I pressed it together tight with my hand; you see I
could not afford to lose any more blood, and so struggled on. 'Die?'
said I, 'not before Beaurepaire.' And, O Rose! now I could be content to
die--at her feet; for I am happy. Oh! I am happy beyond words to utter.
What I have gone through! But I kept my word, and this is Beaurepaire.
Hurrah!" and his pale cheek flushed, and his eye gleamed, and he waved
his hat feebly over his head, "hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!"
"Oh, don't!--don't!--don't!" cried Rose wild with pity and dismay.
"How can I help?--I am mad with joy--hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!"
"No! no! no! no! no!"
"What is the matter?"
"And must I stab you worse than all your enemies have stabbed you?"
sighed Rose, and tears of womanly pity now streamed down her cheeks.
Camille's mind began to misgive him.
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