Getting up at sunrise, Kondjé and I take a run through the coppices, her

little feet all wet with the dew. We feel free, merry, and careless,

dismissing the commissary to oblivion, and trusting to each other's

love, the full charms of which this solitary companionship has revealed

to us. I do not risk more than two excursions to Paris each week, one to

my aunt Eudoxia's, and one to my aunt Van Cloth's. Having made these

angel's visits, and performed various family duties, I vanish, by day or

by night as the case may be, eluding the vigilance of the spies who have

no doubt been set at my heels by the unscrupulous mother, or by that

rascal Kiusko, as we now call him. These adventures augment my

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rapturous felicity; and if time and destiny have shorn me of the

privilege of my sultanship, which you say rendered me so proud and vain,

I retain at all events the glory of being happy.

I am in love, my dear fellow; and therefore I dream and forget. But

there is another still darker speck on my serene sky. Anna Campbell is

just approaching her eighteenth birthday, and I cannot think of this

without a good deal of melancholy. Although my uncle is delighted to

take occasional walks here, at the end of which he finds a capital glass

of madeira waiting for him, he, as you are aware, is not a person of

romantic temperament, and has already noted with his scrutinising eye

the ravages caused by a double passion, which bodes no good for his

daughter's married life.

The other night, on my return from my aunt Van Cloth's, he questioned me

very seriously on the subject. As to my disappointing his hopes, he

knows that the idea of such a thing would not even occur to me. That is

a matter of honour between us.

I spoke of a further delay before preparing my poor Kondjé-Gul for the

blow. He seemed touched at this token of the sincerity of my entirely

filial devotion to him.

The commissary has at last come; we have been discovered!

Yesterday afternoon we were sitting in the garden, under the shade of a

little clump of trees. My uncle, in a big arm-chair, was smoking and

listening, while I read to him the newspapers, which had just been

brought to us. Suddenly Kondjé-Gul, who was standing a few steps off

from us, arranging the plants for her window, uttered a suppressed cry,

and I saw her run up to me all at once, pale and trembling.

"What's the matter, dear?" I said to her.




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