In the mean time, M. de Mallet and his daughter, who had been exceedingly agitated by the events of the day, thought not of repose, but sat in the tent prepared for them, conversing upon the merits of their deliverers.
"I never saw a finer countenance," said M. de Mallet, "so noble, so animated, and yet so good."
"Good indeed," ejaculated his daughter; "surely if we could believe a superior spirit would ever descend upon earth, such would be the form he would assume!"
"How kindly he spoke, and how considerately!" exclaimed the father.
"How attentive he seemed, and how delicate!" rejoined the daughter.
"Such a majestic figure!"
"Such a graceful manner!"
"It is so rare to find such condescension in so great a monarch."
"Monarch!" cried Pauline: "were you speaking of Roderick, father?"
"And of whom were you speaking, child?" returned her father, turning quickly round, and fixing his eyes upon her.