"
"Victorine," said Marie, turning round upon her companion her beautiful
face, on which two lustrous tears were shining, "Victorine, you are
treating your poor sister unfairly. I know not that my eyes are turned
oftener on him than on others; and when my heart would play the rebel
within me, I always try to check it."
"Nay, Marie, dear Marie, I did but joke! You do not think I would accuse
you of an unmaidenly partiality; if it grieves you we will not mention
Henri's name again, though I remember when you did not spare me so
easily; when Charles' name was always in my ear, when you swore that
every dress I wore was his choice, that every flower I plucked was for
his eye; and there had been no more then between Charles and me, than
there has now between you and Henri; and yet you see what has become of
it. You thought yourself wonderfully clever then, Marie; you were quite
a prophetess then. Why should not I now foresee a little. Why should not
I also be clever?"
"Well, Victorine, time will shew," said Marie, smiling through her
tears; "but do not teach me to love him too dearly, till I know whether
he will value my love.
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