But if you only
care to have me for a time, I will prepare the house for my desired
guest.
Whatever you decide to do will be such an immense joy that I tremble
lest anything should happen to hinder its fulfilment....
Then let the years go by! Then let age come to me!
I shall have sown so many memories of you and happiness that I shall
have henceforth a forest of glad thoughts, wherein to wander and take my
rest till Death comes to claim me.
The sun is flashing on the window-panes; the sunbeams seem to be weaving
threads of joy in rainbow tints.
You child! How I love you!...
Come to me and stay with me--or go when we have had our hour of delight.
* * * * *
The letter has gone. Jeanne has rowed to the town with it.
She looked searchingly at me when I gave it to her and told her to hurry
so that she should not lose the evening post. Both of us had tears in
our eyes.
I will never part with Jeanne. Her place is with me--and with him.
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