'but there is the horn, ma'amselle, sounding for dinner,' said dorothee; 'i must be gone.'
'when shall i see you again?' enquired emily.
dorothee mused, and then replied, 'why, madam, it may make people curious, if it is known i am so much in your apartment, and that ishould be sorry for; so i will come when i am least likely to be observed.i have little leisure in the day, and i shall have a good deal to say; so, if you please, ma'am, i will come, when the family are all in bed.'
'that will suit me very well,' replied emily: 'remember, then, to-night'--
'aye, that is well remembered,' said dorothee, 'i fear i cannot come to-night, madam, for there will be the dance of the vintage, and it will be late, before the servants go to rest; for, when they once set in to dance, they will keep it up, in the cool of the air, till morning; at least, it used to be so in my time.'
'ah! is it the dance of the vintage?' said emily, with a deep sigh, remembering, that it was on the evening of this festival, in the preceding year, that st.aubert and herself had arrived in the neighbourhood of chateau-le-blanc.she paused a moment, overcome by the sudden recollection, and then, recovering herself, added--'but this dance is in the open woods; you, therefore, will not be wanted, and can easily come to me.'
dorothee replied, that she had been accustomed to be present at the dance of the vintage, and she did not wish to be absent now; 'but if i can get away, madam, i will,' said she.