Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 316: what you’re looking at

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298 A NEST IN A CONVENT. The justness of this observation struck Cornelius and Belle-Rose. ‘*Hold,’’ added Monsieur de Pomereux, ‘‘happiness lulls you. You know Monsieur de Charny, and you have seen him at work. Form your conclusions. ”’ ‘““Thanks,’’ said Belle-Rose, pressing the count’s hand; ‘*therefore you advise us to be on our guard.’’ ‘‘More than ever; Ido not Enow where the peril lies, but itis somewhere. When Monsieur de Charny does not bark, ’tis because he is making ready to bite.” Déroute was warned. ‘*Good!’’ said he, ‘‘I still have some powder and lead.’’ Thereupon he began to load his muskets and pistols. The Bishop of Mantes arrived the next day. The altar was decorated with flowers. Claudine, red as a strawberry, knelt down near Cornelius, not far from Belle-Rose and Suzanne. Genevieve was seated in the choir with the other witnesses, who were Monsieur de Pomereux, Dé- route, and Grippard. The abbess had assumed the insignia of her religious rank and taken off her vail. When the ceremony was over the abbess signed first upon the parish register. Suzanne threw herself into her arms. ‘“‘T owe my happiness to you,’’ she said to her, ‘‘how shall I ever repay you?”’ ‘‘Love me,’’ replied Genevieve, ‘‘and we shall be quits.”’ A lodging had been prepared for the two couples ina building belonging to the abbey, but separated from the main building by vast gardens. The sisters never passed a certain limit which the superior alone had the right to cross. The newly married couples went to this house, where they were at the same time free and in safety. ‘‘Youare at home here, and you will stay here so long as it pleases you,’’ Genevieve said to them. ‘‘Be happy. I withdraw.”’ ‘Will you not sometimes come to visit us in this retreat which we owe to you?’’ Suzanne pleaded. ‘*Yes,’’ replied Madame de Chateaufort, kissing her on the forehead, ‘‘I will return at times to breathe in the shade of your happiness.’’ Monsieur de Pomereux was walking the room; all at once his eyes fell upon a box placed on a piece of furniture. He picked it up, and seeing the name upon the superscrip- tion, he uttered a slight cry. Suzanne turned around, and seeing him quite pale, ran to him. ‘‘What is the matter with you?’’ said she. ‘‘Who has given you this box?”’ he replied. (E(0) 5} icbe @) S Or Pre.