"But what did Sir Gilbert do?"
"He rode up to where Louis was standing with his back against a rock,
and dismounted saying 'My liege-—'"
"I thought he was an Englishman?"
"Oh, but you always called a king 'my liege,' whoever you were. 'My
liege,' he said-—"
"Look at that charming little church tower."
"I see, thank you."
"I see, Uncle James. No, thank you, I don't want to look out any
more. I saw it. Well, Babie, 'My liege—-'"
"Never mind, James," said Mrs. Evelyn, "one can't be more than in
Elysium."
There were fewer conveniences for the siege on the last day of the
journey, when railroads were no more; but something could be done on
board the steamer in spite of importunities from those who thought it
a duty to look at the shores of the Lake of Lucerne, and when arrival
became imminent, happy anticipation inclined Barbara to a blissful
silence. Mrs. Evelyn saw her great hazel eyes shining like stars,
and began to prefer the transparent mask of that ardent little soul
to the external beauty which made Elvira a continual study for an
artist.
CHAPTER XXIV. THE ANGEL MOUNTAIN.
To your eager prayer, the Voice
Makes awful answer, "Come to Me."
Once for all now seal your choice
With Christ to tread the boisterous sea.
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