From that evening I began to take hope.
That was a week ago.
To-morrow is Marie's birthday, a solemn festival, when we are going to inaugurate the mysterious room in the tower.
CHAPTER XXIX
THE PORTRAIT
SERVAL, 10th December, 18—.
I can scarcely believe what I have seen to-day.
What a strange fate is mine!
This morning, as we had agreed, I went to the farm.
It was the anniversary of Marie's birth; she had promised to allow me to enter the mysterious chamber that she occupies in one of the towers. It is there that she has had placed the harp and piano which recently arrived from Nantes.