“For her,—well, perhaps—if she can be got past Purgatory. But for me!”
“For each of you, what she needs, Lady.”
“O Father Bruno, she is mine only one!”
“Lady, can you not trust her in His hands who gave His Only One for her salvation?”
One evening about this time, Levina came up with the news that Abraham of Norwich wished to see the Damoiselle de Malpas. Her words were civil enough, but her tone never was when she spoke to Beatrice; and on this occasion she put an emphasis on the name, which was manifestly not intended to be flattering. Beatrice, however, took no notice of it. Indeed, she was too glad to see Abraham to feel an inclination to quarrel with the person who announced his arrival in any terms whatever. She threw aside her work in haste, and ran down into the hall.
“My Belasez, light of mine eyes!” said the old man fervently, as he folded her in his arms and blessed her. “Ah, there is not much light for the old pedlar’s eyes now!”
“Dost thou miss me, my father?”
“Miss thee! Ah, my darling, how little thou knowest. The sun has gone down, and the heavens are covered with clouds.”
“Was my mother very angry after I went away?”