Had she loved miladi so much? Why did she not love her now? Why was her heart so cold? like lead in her bosom.
"I am grateful for everything."
"Then say you are glad I am going to marry M. Ralph, who loves me dearly."
"Then I shall be glad you are to marry him. But I am sorry for M. Giffard, in his lonely grave."
"Oh, horrors, child! Do you think I ought to be buried in the same grave? There, run away. You give me the shivers."
Rose made a formal little courtesy, and walked slowly out of the room, with a swelling heart.
Miladi told of the scene to her lover daintily, and with some embellishments, adding—"She is a jealous little thing. You will be between two fires."
"The fires will not scorch, I think," smiling. "She will soon outgrow the childish whim."
In his secret heart there was a feeling of joy that he had touched such depths in the little girl's soul. Miladi was rather annoyed that he had not agreed to send her to some convent in France, as she hoped. But in a year or two she might choose it for herself.
They went up to the chapel to be married. The Governor gave the bride away. She was gowned just as Rose had seen her that first time, only she was covered with a fine deerskin cloak, that she laid aside as they walked up the aisle, rather scandalizing the two Récollet fathers. She looked quite like a girl, and it was evident she was very happy.