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With
that
he
heaved
a
great
sigh
,
and
then
,
as
if
he
had
discharged
his
duty
to
the
past
,
put
his
feet
up
on
the
sofa
and
enjoyed
Amy
’
s
letter
luxuriously
.
While
these
changes
were
going
on
abroad
,
trouble
had
come
at
home
.
But
the
letter
telling
that
Beth
was
failing
never
reached
Amy
,
and
when
the
next
found
her
at
Vevay
,
for
the
heat
had
driven
them
from
Nice
in
May
,
and
they
had
travelled
slowly
to
Switzerland
,
by
way
of
Genoa
and
the
Italian
lakes
.
She
bore
it
very
well
,
and
quietly
submitted
to
the
family
decree
that
she
should
not
shorten
her
visit
,
for
since
it
was
too
late
to
say
goodbye
to
Beth
,
she
had
better
stay
,
and
let
absence
soften
her
sorrow
.
But
her
heart
was
very
heavy
,
she
longed
to
be
at
home
,
and
every
day
looked
wistfully
across
the
lake
,
waiting
for
Laurie
to
come
and
comfort
her
.
He
did
come
very
soon
,
for
the
same
mail
brought
letters
to
them
both
,
but
he
was
in
Germany
,
and
it
took
some
days
to
reach
him
.
The
moment
he
read
it
,
he
packed
his
knapsack
,
bade
adieu
to
his
fellow
pedestrians
,
and
was
off
to
keep
his
promise
,
with
a
heart
full
of
joy
and
sorrow
,
hope
and
suspense
.
He
knew
Vevay
well
,
and
as
soon
as
the
boat
touched
the
little
quay
,
he
hurried
along
the
shore
to
La
Tour
,
where
the
Carrols
were
living
en
pension
.
The
garcon
was
in
despair
that
the
whole
family
had
gone
to
take
a
promenade
on
the
lake
,
but
no
,
the
blonde
mademoiselle
might
be
in
the
chateau
garden
.
If
monsieur
would
give
himself
the
pain
of
sitting
down
,
a
flash
of
time
should
present
her
.
But
monsieur
could
not
wait
even
a
‘
flash
of
time
’
,
and
in
the
middle
of
the
speech
departed
to
find
mademoiselle
himself
.
A
pleasant
old
garden
on
the
borders
of
the
lovely
lake
,
with
chestnuts
rustling
overhead
,
ivy
climbing
everywhere
,
and
the
black
shadow
of
the
tower
falling
far
across
the
sunny
water
.
At
one
corner
of
the
wide
,
low
wall
was
a
seat
,
and
here
Amy
often
came
to
read
or
work
,
or
console
herself
with
the
beauty
all
about
her
.
She
was
sitting
here
that
day
,
leaning
her
head
on
her
hand
,
with
a
homesick
heart
and
heavy
eyes
,
thinking
of
Beth
and
wondering
why
Laurie
did
not
come
.
She
did
not
hear
him
cross
the
courtyard
beyond
,
nor
see
him
pause
in
the
archway
that
led
from
the
subterranean
path
into
the
garden
.
He
stood
a
minute
looking
at
her
with
new
eyes
,
seeing
what
no
one
had
ever
seen
before
,
the
tender
side
of
Amy
’
s
character
.
Everything
about
her
mutely
suggested
love
and
sorrow
,
the
blotted
letters
in
her
lap
,
the
black
ribbon
that
tied
up
her
hair
,
the
womanly
pain
and
patience
in
her
face
,
even
the
little
ebony
cross
at
her
throat
seemed
pathetic
to
Laurie
,
for
he
had
given
it
to
her
,
and
she
wore
it
as
her
only
ornament
.
If
he
had
any
doubts
about
the
reception
she
would
give
him
,
they
were
set
at
rest
the
minute
she
looked
up
and
saw
him
,
for
dropping
everything
,
she
ran
to
him
,
exclaiming
in
a
tone
of
unmistakable
love
and
longing
.
.
.
"
Oh
,
Laurie
,
Laurie
,
I
knew
you
’
d
come
to
me
!
"
I
think
everything
was
said
and
settled
then
,
for
as
they
stood
together
quite
silent
for
a
moment
,
with
the
dark
head
bent
down
protectingly
over
the
light
one
,
Amy
felt
that
no
one
could
comfort
and
sustain
her
so
well
as
Laurie
,
and
Laurie
decided
that
Amy
was
the
only
woman
in
the
world
who
could
fill
Jo
’
s
place
and
make
him
happy
.
He
did
not
tell
her
so
,
but
she
was
not
disappointed
,
for
both
felt
the
truth
,
were
satisfied
,
and
gladly
left
the
rest
to
silence
.
In
a
minute
Amy
went
back
to
her
place
,
and
while
she
dried
her
tears
,
Laurie
gathered
up
the
scattered
papers
,
finding
in
the
sight
of
sundry
well
-
worn
letters
and
suggestive
sketches
good
omens
for
the
future
.
As
he
sat
down
beside
her
,
Amy
felt
shy
again
,
and
turned
rosy
red
at
the
recollection
of
her
impulsive
greeting
.
