A few more turns of the wheel and he exclaimed:
“Look!”
But the effect was not what he desired and expected. She turned on him a surprised and distressed face, exclaiming:
“Oh, Marcel, what is that? Where is the dee-ar old home?”
“There it is, my precious child! That is the old home, renovated and adorned, and made worthy to receive its fair young mistress,” replied the colonel, with evident self-complacency.
“Oh, Marcel, how could you? How could you do such a thing?” she cried, reproachfully—“how could you treat the dee-ar old home that way? It is not familiar; it is not the same at all! I do not know it at all! Oh, I am so disappointed and so sorry!”
“My dear, I thought to have given you a pleasant surprise. I thought only of your happiness,” replied the poor colonel.
“And I expected to find the dee-ar old place just as I left it! Just as I left it! And, oh! look there!”
“What now, my dear?”
“Oh, Marcel! what have you done to the old sea-wall and the dee-ar old fishing landing, where I and David Lindsay used to play when we were children?”