Volume II Part 29 (1/2)
”Miss Benette, you must not be shocked at what I shall now say, because I mean it with all reverence I could no enius than I could that of Providence if it sent me death-sickness or took away my friends I am certain that the motive, which you cannot make clear just yet, is that you would approve of”
”And you also, sir?”
”And I also, though it is as dark to me as to you Let it stand over, then; but for all our sakes do not thwart him,--he has suffered too much to be thwarted”
”Has he suffered? I did not know that”
”Can such a one live and not suffer? A nature which is all love,--an iht that he looked delicate, but very happy,--happy as a child or an angel I have seen your smile turn bitter, sir,--pardon,--but never his I am sure, if it matters to him that I should accede, I will do so, and I cannot thank you enough for telling reat for music, it may be in one way as well as in another; that is, if you befriend the greatest musician, it is as much as if you befriended music Now you cannot but befriend him if you do exactly as he requests you”
”In all instances, you reco The nourishment such a spirit requires is not just the same as our own, perhaps, but it must not the less be supplied If I could, now, clean his boots better than any one else, or if he liked ive up what I am about and take a place in his service”
”What! you would give up your violin, your career, your place a a single hour of his existence on earth unfretted,--in preserving to hi more for all people, all tie, but es, and who I believe leaven society better than a priesthood I would not say so except to a person who perfectly understands e no social or religious _regime_ by one heterodox utterance to the ear of the uninitiated: still, having said it, I keep to my text, that you must do exactly as he pleases He has not set a seal upon your throat at present, if you have been singing all the reat work There is a contralto solo, 'Art Thou not fro?' which spoiled my voice; I could not keep the tears down, it was so beautiful and entreating He was a little angry at me; at least he said, 'Youpiece which I scarcely tried, we had been so long over the other, which he ain until I coht us to read so fast! I have found it help o to this oratorio?”
”I alorious she is!”
”Your eyes sparkle when you speak of her I knew you would there find a friend”
”I hope you, too, will hear it, Miss Benette I shall speak to the Chevalier about it”
”I pray you not to do so; there will not be any reason, for I find out all about those affairs Take care of yourself, Mr Auchester, or rather make Miss Lawrence take care of you; she will like to have to do so”
”I o home, if it is not to be just yet, and return on purpose for the day”
”But that will fatigue you very reat excitement”
”Oh! you have found that I cannot be quiet until afterwards”
”I have never had a great excitement,” said Clara, innocently; ”and I hope I never may It suits me to be still”
”May that calm remain in you and for you hich you never fail to heal the soul within your power, Miss Benette!”
”I should indeed be proud, Mr Auchester, to keep you quiet; but that you will never be until it is forever”
”In that sense no one could, for who could ever desire to awaken from that rest? And froht to go, or that IIt was harder at that moment to leave her than it had ever been before; but I had a prescience that for that very reason it was better to depart
Starwood had returned, I found, and aiting about in the evening, before the candles caolden shade that bound the sunset to its crilow, and then the violet dark, as it melted doards to embrace the earth We were both silent, Starwood from habit (I have never seen such power of abstraction), I by choice An agitated knock ca, tearing the carpet up with his capers Seraphael followed, silent at first as we; he stole after us to the , and looked softly forth I could tell even in the uncertain silver darkness of that thinnest shell of a entleness,--not the dread alien air of heaven, soothing the passion of his countenance He laid for long his tiny hand uponcloser still, he sighed rather than said, after a thrilling pause,--
”Carlomein, wilt thou come intoto tell”
”The longer the better, sir”