HAPPINESS.
Marshal Simon has been absent two days.It is eight o'clock in the morning.Dagobert, walking on tip-toe with the greatest caution, so as not to make the floor creak beneath his tread, crosses the room which leads to the bedchamber of Rose and Blanche and applies his ear to the door of the apartment.With equal caution, Spoil-sport follows exactly the movements of his master.The countenance of the soldier is uneasy and full of thought.As he approaches the door, he says to himself: "I hope the dear children heard nothing of what happened in the night! It would alarm them, and it is much better that they should not know it at present.It might afflict them sadly, poor dears! and they are so gay, so happy, since they feel sure of their father's love for them.They bore his departure so bravely! I would not for the world that they should know of this unfortunate event."
Then as he listened, the soldier resumed: "I hear nothing--and yet they are always awake so early.Can it be sorrow?"
Dagobert's reflections were here interrupted by two frank, hearty bursts of laughter, from the interior of the bedroom.
"Come! they are not so sad as I thought," said the soldier, breathing more freely."Probably they know nothing about it."
Soon, the laughter was again heard with redoubled force, and the soldier, delighted at this gayety, so rare on the part of "his children," was much affected by it: the tears started to his eyes at the thought that the orphans had at length recovered the serenity natural to their age; then, passing from one emotion to the other, still listening at the door, with his body leaning forward, and his hands resting on his knees, Dagobert's lip quivered with an expression of mute joy, and, shaking his head a little, he accompanied with his silent laughter, the increasing hilarity of the young girls.At last, as nothing is so contagious as gayety, and as the worthy soldier was in an ecstasy of joy, he finished by laughing aloud with all his might, without knowing why, and only because Rose and Blanche were laughing.Spoil-sport had never seen his master in such a transport of delight; he looked at him for a while in deep and silent astonishment, and then began to bark in a questioning way.
At this well-known sound, the laughter within suddenly ceased, and a sweet voice, still trembling with joyous emotion, exclaimed: "Is it you, Spoil-sport, that have come to wake us?" The dog understood what was said, wagged his tail, held down his ears, and, approaching close to the door, answered the appeal of his young mistress by a kind of friendly growl.
"Spoil-sport," said Rose, hardly able to restrain her laughter, "you are very early this morning."
"Tell us what o'clock it is, if you please, old fellow?" added Blanche.
"Young ladies, it is past eight," said suddenly the gruff voice of Dagobert, accompanying this piece of humor with a loud laugh.
A cry of gay surprise was heard, and then Rose resumed: "Good-morning, Dagobert."
"Good-morning, my children.You are very lazy to-day, I must tell you."
"It is not our fault.Our dear Augustine has not yet been to call us.
We are waiting for her."
"Oh! there it is," said Dagobert to himself, his features once more assuming an expression of anxiety.Then he returned aloud, in a tone of some embarrassment, for the worthy man was no hand at a falsehood: "My children, our companion went out this morning--very early.She is gone to the country--on business--she will not return for some days--so you had better get up by yourselves for today."
"Our good Madame Augustine!" exclaimed Blanche, with interest."I hope it is nothing bad that has made her leave suddenly--eh, Dagobert?"
"No, no--not at all--only business," answered the soldier."To see one of her relations."
"Oh, so much the better!" said Rose."Well, Dagobert, when we call you can come in."
"I will come back in a quarter of an hour," said the soldier as he withdrew; and he thought to himself: "I must lecture that fool Loony--for he is so stupid, and so fond of talking, that he will let it all out."
The name of the pretended ******ton will serve as a natural transition, to inform the reader of the cause of the hilarity of the sisters.They were laughing at the numberless absurdities of the idiot.The girls rose and dressed themselves, each serving as lady's-maid to the other.Rose had combed and arranged Blanche's hair; it was now Blanche's turn to do the same for her sister.Thus occupied, they formed a charming picture.
Rose was seated before the dressing-table; her sister, standing behind her, was smoothing her beautiful brown hair.Happy age! so little removed from childhood, that present joy instantly obliterates the traces of past sorrow! But the sisters felt more than joy; it was happiness, deep and unalterable, for their father loved them, and their happiness was a delight, and not a pain to him.Assured of the affection of his children, he, also, thanks to them, no longer feared any grief.To those three beings, thus certain of their mutual love, what was a momentary separation? Having explained this, we shall understand the innocent gayety of the sisters, notwithstanding their father's departure, and the happy, joyous expression, which now filled with animation their charming faces, on which the late fading rose had begun once more to bloom.Their faith in the future gave to their countenances something resolute and decisive, which added a degree of piquancy to the beauty of their enchanting features.
Blanche, in smoothing her sister's hair, let fall the comb, and, as she was stooping to pick it up, Rose anticipated her, saying: "If it had been broken, we would have put it into the handle-basket."
Then the two laughed merrily at this expression, which reminded them of an admirable piece of folly on the part of Loony.
