What young girl of twenty-three would not have been, as Laurence was, proud to play the part of Destiny?
and who would not have felt, as she did, a sense of compassion for those whom she felt to be so far below her in loyalty?
"She sleeps," said the abbe.

"I have never seen her so wearied." "Durieu tells me her mare is almost foundered," remarked Madame d'Hauteserre.

"Her gun has not been fired; the breech is clean; she has evidently not hunted." "Oh! that's neither here nor there," said the abbe.
"Bah ?" cried Mademoiselle Goujet; "when I was twenty-three and saw I should be an old maid all my life, I rushed about and fatigued myself in a dozen ways.

I understand how the countess can scour the country for hours without thinking of the game.

It is nearly twelve years now since she has seen her cousins, and you know she loves them.