Part 22 (2/2)
”Have you thought yet about preparing your sister to hear of all that has happened?” Lomaque asks, as he sees the lamp-light glimmering in the parlor window.
”I shall wait to prepare her till we are settled again here--till the first holiday pleasure of our return has worn off, and the quiet realities of our every-day life of old have resumed their way,” answers Trudaine.
They enter the house. Rose beckons to Lomaque to sit down near her, and places pen and ink and an open letter before him.
”I have a last favor to ask of you,” she says, smiling.
”I hope it will not take long to grant,” he rejoins; ”for I have only to-night to be with you. To-morrow morning, before you are up, I must be on my way back to Chalons.”
”Will you sign that letter?” she continues, still smiling, ”and then give it to me to send to the post? It was dictated by Louis, and written by me, and it will be quite complete, if you will put your name at the end of it.”
”I suppose I may read it?”
She nods, and Lomaque reads these lines:
”CITIZEN--I beg respectfully to apprise you that the commission you intrusted to me at Paris has been performed.
”I have also to beg that you will accept my resignation of the place I hold in your counting-house. The kindness shown me by you and your brother before you, emboldens me to hope that you will learn with pleasure the motive of my withdrawal. Two friends of mine, who consider that they are under some obligations to me, are anxious that I should pa.s.s the rest of my days in the quiet and protection of their home.
Troubles of former years have knit us together as closely as if we were all three members of one family. I need the repose of a happy fireside as much as any man, after the life I have led; and my friends a.s.sure me so earnestly that their whole hearts are set on establis.h.i.+ng the old man's easy-chair by their hearth, that I cannot summon resolution enough to turn my back on them and their offer.
”Accept, then, I beg of you, the resignation which this letter contains, and with it the a.s.surance of my sincere grat.i.tude and respect.
”To Citizen Clairfait, Silk-mercer,
”Chalons-sur-Marne.”
After reading these lines, Lomaque turned round to Trudaine and attempted to speak; but the words would not come at command. He looked up at Rose, and tried to smile; but his lip only trembled. She dipped the pen in the ink, and placed it in his hand. He bent his head down quickly over the paper, so that she could not see his face; but still he did not write his name. She put her hand caressingly on his shoulder, and whispered to him:
”Come, come, humor 'Sister Rose.' She must have her own way now she is back again at home.”
He did not answer--his head sank lower--he hesitated for an instant--then signed his name in faint, trembling characters, at the end of the letter.
She drew it away from him gently. A few tear-drops lay on the paper. As she dried them with her handkerchief she looked at her brother.
”They are the last he shall ever shed, Louis; you and I will take care of that!”
EPILOGUE TO THE THIRD STORY.
I have now related all that is eventful in the history of SISTER ROSE.
To the last the three friends dwelt together happily in the cottage on the river bank. Mademoiselle Clairfait was fortunate enough to know them, before Death entered the little household and took away, in the fullness of time, the eldest of its members. She describes Lomaque, in her quaint foreign English, as ”a brave, big heart”; generous, affectionate, and admirably free from the small obstinacies and prejudices of old age, except on one point: he could never be induced to take his coffee, of an evening, from any other hand than the hand of Sister Rose.
I linger over these final particulars with a strange unwillingness to separate myself from them, and give my mind to other thoughts. Perhaps the persons and events that have occupied my attention for so many nights past have some peculiar interest for me that I cannot a.n.a.lyze.
Perhaps the labor and time which this story has cost me have especially endeared it to my sympathies, now that I have succeeded in completing it. However that may be, I have need of some resolution to part at last with Sister Rose, and return, in the interests of my next and Fourth Story, to English ground.
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