He and Miss Holladay will decide what steps to take.
But I am sure they will be merciful."
They bowed without replying, and I went out along the path between the
trees, leaving them alone with their dead.
And it was of the dead I thought last and most sorrowfully: a man of
character, of force, of fascination. How I could have liked him!
CHAPTER XIX
The End of the Story
Paris in June! Do you know it, with its bright days and its soft
nights, murmurous with voices? Paris with its crowded pavements--and
such a crowd, where every man and woman awakens interest, excites
speculation! Paris, with its blue sky and its trees, and its
color--and its fascination there is no describing!
Joy is a great restorer, and a week of happiness in this enchanted
city had wrought wonders in our junior and his betrothed. It was good
to look at them--to smile at them sometimes; as when they stood
unseeing before some splendid canvas at the Louvre. The past was put
aside, forgotten; they lived only for the future.
And a near future, too. There was no reason why it should be deferred;
we had all agreed that they were better married at once; so, that
decided, the women sent us about our own affairs, and spent the
intervening fortnight in a riot of visits to the costumer: for, in
Paris, even for a very quiet wedding, a bride must have her trousseau.
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