BOOK VIII. SUNSET AND SUNRISE.
86. CHAPTER LXXXVI.
"Le coeur se sature d'amour comme d'un sel divin qui le conserve;
de la l'incorruptible adherence de ceux qui se sont aimes des
l'aube de la vie, et la fraicheur des vielles amours prolonges.
Il existe un embaumement d'amour. C'est de Daphnis et Chloe
que sont faits Philemon et Baucis. Cette vieillesse la,
ressemblance du soir avec l'aurore."
--VICTOR HUGO: L'homme qui rit.
Mrs. Garth, hearing Caleb enter the passage about tea-time, opened
the parlor-door and said, "There you are, Caleb. Have you had
your dinner?" (Mr. Garth's meals were much subordinated to "business.")
"Oh yes, a good dinner--cold mutton and I don't know what.
Where is Mary?"
"In the garden with Letty, I think."
"Fred is not come yet?"
"No. Are you going out again without taking tea, Caleb?"
said Mrs. Garth, seeing that her absent-minded husband
was putting on again the hat which he had just taken off.
"No, no; I'm only going to Mary a minute."
Mary was in a grassy corner of the garden, where there was a swing
loftily hung between two pear-trees. She had a pink kerchief tied
over her head, making a little poke to shade her eyes from the
level sunbeams, while she was giving a glorious swing to Letty,
who laughed and screamed wildly.
Seeing her father, Mary left the swing and went to meet him,
pushing back the pink kerchief and smiling afar off at him with
the involuntary smile of loving pleasure.
"I came to look for you, Mary," said Mr. Garth. "Let us-walk
about a bit." Mary knew quite well that her father had something
particular to say: his eyebrows made their pathetic angle,
and there was a tender gravity in his voice: these things had been
signs to her when she was Letty's age. She put her arm within his,
and they turned by the row of nut-trees.