“My mother started again; she raised her head; she listened. For the first time in many hours she gave signs of life.
“As the enchanting sounds approached my mother seemed bom again.
“I felt her hand grow warm again; I felt her hand press mine.
“I heard her voice at last; her voice till then so mute.
“‘My child, these songs sink in my soul; they calm me! Tears, oh, tears! Yes, tears at last! I had so much need to weep.’
“And I felt two burning tears fall on my brow.
“‘Oh, my mother, my mother!’ ‘Silence, my child, be silent!’ said she, putting one of her hands upon my mouth, and pointing to the window with the other. ‘Listen to the voice! listen! there it is! there it is!’”
Reine, deeply moved, pressed the hand of Stephanette as she shook her head with a touching expression of pity.
The Bohemian continued:
“The moon of my country shines as the sun of this country.