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ill yourself； you will die； this is frightful： help here！ help！〃 Jacintha put her hand to his mouth； and； without leaving off her hysterics； gasped out； 〃Ah！ don't expose me。〃 So then he didn't know what to do； but he seized a tumbler and filled it with wine； and forced it between her lips。 All she did was to bite a piece out of the glass as clean as if a diamond had cut it。 This did her a world of good： destruction of sacred household property gave her another turn。 〃There； I've broke your glass now；〃 she cried； with a marvellous change of tone； and she came…to and cried quietly like a reasonable person； with her apron to her eyes。
When Edouard saw she was better； he took her hand and said proudly； 〃Secret for secret。 I choose this moment to confide to you that I love Mademoiselle Rose de Beaurepaire。 Love her？ I did love her； but now you tell me she is poor and in distress； I adore her。〃 The effect of this declaration on Jacintha was magical； comical。 Her apron came down from one eye； and that eye dried itself and sparkled with curiosity： the whole countenance speedily followed suit and beamed with sacred joy。 What！ an interesting love affair confided to her all in a moment！ She lowered her voice to a whisper directly。 〃Why； how did you manage？ She never goes into company。〃
〃No； but she goes to church。 Besides； I have met her eleven times out walking with her sister； and twice out of the eleven she smiled on me。 O Jacintha！ a smile such as angels smile； a smile to warm the heart and purify the soul and last forever in the mind。〃
〃Well； they say 'man is fire and woman tow：' but this beats all。 Ha！ ha！〃
〃Oh！ do not jest。 I did not laugh at you。 Jacintha； it is no laughing matter； I revere her as mortals revere the saints； I love her so that were I ever to lose all hope of her I would not live a day。 And now that you have told me she is poor and in sorrow； and I think of her walking so calm and gentlealways in black； Jacintha； and her low courtesy to me whenever we met； and her sweet smile to me though her heart must be sad； oh！ my heart yearns for her。 What can I do for her？ How shall I surround her with myself unseenmake her feel that a man's love waits upon her feet every step she takes that a man's love floats in the air round that lovely head？〃 Then descending to earth for a moment； 〃but I say； you promise not to betray me； come； secret for secret。〃
〃I will not tell a soul； on the honor of a woman；〃 said Jacintha。
The form of protestation was quite new to Edouard； and not exactly the one his study of the ancient writers would have led him to select。 But the tone was convincing： he trusted her。 They parted sworn allies； and； at the very moment of parting； Jacintha； who had cast many a furtive glance at the dead game； told Edouard demurely； Mademoiselle Rose was very fond of roast partridge。 On this he made her take the whole bag； and went home on wings。 Jacintha's revelation roused all that was noble and forgiving in him。 His understanding and his heart expanded from that hour； and his fancy spread its pinions to the sun of love。 Ah！ generous Youth； let who will betray thee； let who will sneer at thee； let me； though young no longer； smile on thee and joy in thee！ She he loved was sad； was poor； was menaced by many ills； then she needed a champion。 He would be her unseen friend； her guardian angel。 A hundred wild schemes whirled in his beating heart and brain。 He could not go in… doors； indeed； no room could contain him： he made for a green lane he knew at the back of the village； and there he walked up and down for hours。 The sun set； and the night came； and the stars glittered； but still he walked alone； inspired； exalted； full of generous and loving schemes： of sweet and tender fancies： a heart on fire； and youth the fuel； and the flame vestal。
CHAPTER III。
This very day was the anniversary of the baron's death。
The baroness kept her room all the morning； and took no nourishment but one cup of spurious coffee Rose brought her。 Towards evening she came down…stairs。 In the hall she found two chaplets of flowers； they were always placed there for her on this sad day。 She took them in her hand； and went into the little oratory that was in the park； there she found two wax candles burning； and two fresh chaplets hung up。 Her daughters had been there before her。
She knelt and prayed many hours for her husband's soul； then she rose and hung up one chaplet and came slowly away with the other in her hand。 At the gate of the park； Josephine met her with tender anxiety in her sapphire eyes； and wreathed her arms round her； and whispered； 〃But you have your children still。〃
The baroness kissed her and they came towards the house together； the baroness leaning gently on her daughter's elbow。
Between the park and the angle of the chateau was a small plot of turf called at Beaurepaire the Pleasance； a name that had descended along with other traditions； and in the centre of this Pleasance； or Pleasaunce； stood a wonderful oak…tree。 Its circumference was thirty…four feet。 The baroness came to this ancient tree； and hung her chaplet on a mutilated limb called the 〃knights' bough。〃
The sun was setting tranquil and red； a broad ruby streak lingered on the deep green leaves of the prodigious oak。 The baroness looked at it awhile in silence。
Then she spoke slowly to it and said； 〃You were here before us： you will be here when we are gone。〃
A spasm crossed Josephine's face； but she said nothing at the time。 And so they went in together。
Now as this tree was a feat of nature； and； above all； played a curious part in our story； I will ask you to stay a few minutes and look at it； while I say what was known about it； not the thousandth part of what it could have told； if trees could speak as well as breathe。
The baroness did not exaggerate； the tree was far older than even this ancient family。 They possessed among other archives a manuscript written by a monk； a son of the house； about four hundred years before our story； and containing many of the oral traditions about this tree that had come down to him from remote antiquity。 According to this authority； the first Baron of Beaurepaire had pitched his tent under a fair oak…tree that stood prope rivum； near a brook。 His grandson built a square tower hard by； and dug a moat that enclosed both tree and tower； and received the waters of the brook aforesaid。
At this time the tree seems only to have been remarked for its height。 But； a century and a half before the monk wrote； it had become famous in all the district for its girth； and in the monk's own day had ceased to grow； but not begun to decay。 The mutilated arm I have mentioned was once a long sturdy bough； worn smooth as velvet in one part from a curious cause： it ran about as high above the ground as a full…sized horse； and the knights and squires used to be forever vaulting upon it； the former in armor； the monk； when a boy； had seen them do it a thousand times。 This bough broke in two； A。D。 1617： but the mutilated limb was still called the knights' bough； nobody knew why。 So do names survive their ideas。
What had not this tree seen since first it came green and tender as a cabbage above the soil； and stood at the mercy of the first hare or rabbit that should choose to cut short its frail existence！
Since then eagles had perched on its crown； and wild boars fed without fear of man upon its acorns。 Troubadours had sung beneath it to lords and ladies seated round； or walking on the grass and commenting the minstrel's tales of love by exchange of amorous glances。 Mediaeval sculptors had taken its leaves； and wisely trusting to nature； had adorned churches with those leaves cut in stone。
It had seen a Norman duke conquer England； and English kings invade France and be crowned at Paris。 It had seen a girl put knights to the rout； and seen the warrior virgin burned by envious priests with common consent both of the curs she had defended and the curs she had defeated。
Why； in its old age it had seen the rise of printing； and the first dawn of national civilization in Europe。 It flourished and decayed in France； but it sprung in Gaul。 And more remarkable still； though by all accounts it may see the world to an end； it was a tree in ancient history： its old age awaits the millennium； its first youth belonged to that great tract of time which includes the birth of Christ； the building of Rome； and the siege of Troy。
The tree had； ere this； mingled in the fortunes of the family。 It had saved their lives and taken their lives。 One lord of Beaurepaire； hotly pursued by his feudal enemies； made for the tree； and hid himself partly by a great bough； partly by the thick screen of leaves。 The foe darted in； made sure he had taken to the house； ransacked it； and got into the cellar； where by good…luck was a store of Malvoisie： and so the oak and the vine saved the quaking baron。 Another lord of Beaurepaire； besieged in his castle； was shot dead on the ramparts by a cross…bowman who had secreted himself unobserved in this tree a little before the dawn。
A young heir of Beaurepaire； climbing for a raven's nest to the top of this tree； lost his