too. His uncle, the marquis, went in a great old coach with the
ladies, wives of some of his suite, and I should have been there too,
but that I begged so hard to ride with my father that he yielded,
after asking M. le Vicomte whether he had any objection. M. le
Vicomte opened great eyes, smiled, blushed and bowed, stammering
something. I do not think that he had a quite realised previously
that I was his wife, and belonged to him. My father made him ride
with us, and talked to him; and out in the open air, riding with the
wind in our cheeks, and his plume streaming in the breeze, he grew
much less shy, and began to talk about the wolf-hunts and boar-hunts
in the Bocage, and of all the places that my father and I both knew
as well as if we had seen them, from the grandam's stories.

I listened, but we neither of us sought the other; indeed, I believe
it seemed hard to me that when there was so little time with my
father and Eustace, they should waste it on these hunting stories.
Only too soon we were at Dover, and the last, last farewell and
blessing were given. I looked my last, though I knew it not at that
dear face of my father!




CHAPTER III.

CELADON AND CHLOE



My tears were soon checked by dreadful sea-sickness. We were no