“Oh, but you always called a king ‘my liege,’ whoever you were. ‘My liege,’ he said—”
“Look at that charming little church tower.”
“I see, thank you.”
“I see, Uncle James. No, thank you, I don’t want to look out any more. I saw it. Well, Babie, ‘My liege—‘”
“Never mind, James,” said Mrs. Evelyn, “one can’t be more than in Elysium.”
There were fewer conveniences for the siege on the last day of the journey, when railroads were no more; but something could be done on board the steamer in spite of importunities from those who thought it a duty to look at the shores of the Lake of Lucerne, and when arrival became imminent, happy anticipation inclined Barbara to a blissful silence. Mrs. Evelyn saw her great hazel eyes shining like stars, and began to prefer the transparent mask of that ardent little soul to the external beauty which made Elvira a continual study for an artist.
CHAPTER XXIV. — THE ANGEL MOUNTAIN.
To your eager prayer, the Voice
Makes awful answer, “Come to Me.”
Once for all now seal your choice
With Christ to tread the boisterous sea.
Keble.
The Leukerbad section of the party had only three days’ start of the others, for Jock was not released till after a whole month’s course of the baths, and Armine’s state fluctuated so much that the journey would not have been sooner possible.