Poems . om each the reserve seemed, re-luctant, to melt ; Thus, conversing together, the whole ofthe four Through the crowd sauntered, smiling. Approaching the door, Eugene de Luvois, who had fallen be-hind. By Lucile, after some hesitation, wasjoined With a gesture of gentle and kindlyappeal Which appeared to imply, withoutwords, Let us feel That the friendship between us in yearsthat are fled. Has survived one mad momeiit forgot-ten, she .said, You remain, Duke, at Ems? He turned on her a look Of frigid, resentful, and sullen rebuke ; And then, with a more than significantgance At Matilda, m
Poems . om each the reserve seemed, re-luctant, to melt ; Thus, conversing together, the whole ofthe four Through the crowd sauntered, smiling. Approaching the door, Eugene de Luvois, who had fallen be-hind. By Lucile, after some hesitation, wasjoined With a gesture of gentle and kindlyappeal Which appeared to imply, withoutwords, Let us feel That the friendship between us in yearsthat are fled. Has survived one mad momeiit forgot-ten, she .said, You remain, Duke, at Ems? He turned on her a look Of frigid, resentful, and sullen rebuke ; And then, with a more than significantgance At Matilda, maliciously answered, Per-chance I have here an attraction. And you ?he returned. Luciles eyes had followed his own, anddiscerned The boast they implied. He repeated, And you ? And, still watching Matilda, she an-swered, I too. And he thought, as with that word sheleft him, she sighed. The next moment her place she resumedby the side Of Matilda ; and soon they shook handsat the gate Of the selfsame Lord Alfred presented Lucile to hts wife. LUCILE. 89 XXX. One depressed, one elate,The Duke and Lord Alfred again, through the gloomsOf the thick linden alley, returned to the cigar each had lighted, a moment before,At the inn, as they turned, arm-in-arm, from the cigars do not cheer a mans spirits, cxperto{Me miscrum quoties /) crede silence, awhile, they walked onward. At lastThe Dukes thoughts to language half consciously passed. more! yet once more! Alfred. What ? meet her, once woman for whom we two mad men of yore(Laugh, 7non chcr Alfred, laugh !) were about to destroyEach the other ! is not with laughter that IRaise the gliost of that once troubled time. Say ! can youRecall it with coolness and quietudenow ? ? yes! I, Vion cher, am a true Parisien :Now, the red revolution, the tocsin, and thenThe dance and the play. I am now at the pla}. Alfred. At the play, are you now ? Then per-chance I
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