Volume Three—Chapter Eight.
O si sic Omnia!
“Und dennoch wohl ûns, wenn die Asche treû Der Fûnken hegt, wenn dan getäuschte Herz Nicht müde wird, von Neûem zû erglüh ’n!”
Uhland.
“Eugenia,” said Roma, when they were sitting together later in the day, “I have something to tell you.”
“What?” asked Eugenia.
“Some one is coming to see you—this evening or to-morrow morning, if you would like that better.”
“Who is it, Roma?” asked Eugenia, the colour rushing to her pale cheeks. “Not—not Beauchamp?”
“Yes, it is Beauchamp,” answered Roma. She had risen from her seat and now stood beside Eugenia, looking down at her with an expression of mingled anxiety and sympathy.