language!"

"He knows very well that Blois was a Paradise to me,"
replied the girl.

"That is exactly what you mean to say; and you speak like an
angel."

"I will finish, Montalais," and she continued as follows:
"You often think of me, you say, Monsieur Raoul: I thank
you; but that does not surprise me, when I recollect how
often our hearts have beaten close to each other."

"Oh! oh!" said Montalais. "Beware; my lamb! You are
scattering your wool, and there are wolves about."

Louise was about to reply, when the gallop of a horse
resounded under the porch of the castle.

"What is that?" said Montalais, approaching the window. "A
handsome cavalier, by my faith!"

"Oh! -- Raoul!" exclaimed Louise, who had made the same
movement as her friend, and, becoming pale as death, sunk
back beside her unfinished letter.

"Now, he is a clever lover, upon my word!" cried Montalais;
"he arrives just at the proper moment."

"Come in, come in, I implore you!" murmured Louise.