But what
will you? His father, my brother--Mr the Marquis--has spent much
of money, and it the must, despite the sentiments of familial
respect, that I admit that my sainted father he also--'
'How would you feel if you found a lot of money--hundreds and
thousands of gold pieces?' asked Cyril.
The lady smiled sadly.
'Ah! one has already recounted to you the legend?' she said. 'It
is true that one says that it is long time; oh! but long time, one
of our ancestors has hid a treasure--of gold, and of gold, and of
gold--enough to enrich my little Henri for the life. But all that,
my children, it is but the accounts of fays--'
'She means fairy stories,' whispered the Phoenix to Robert. 'Tell
her what you have found.'
So Robert told, while Anthea and Jane hugged the lady for fear she
should faint for joy, like people in books, and they hugged her
with the earnest, joyous hugs of unselfish delight.
'It's no use explaining how we got in,' said Robert, when he had
told of the finding of the treasure, 'because you would find it a
little difficult to understand, and much more difficult to believe.
But we can show you where the gold is and help you to fetch it
away.'
The lady looked doubtfully at Robert as she absently returned the
hugs of the girls.
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