”ThebestflowerIcanshowyou，”hesaid，withasortoftriumph，”ismylittlesweet。She’llbebackfromChurchdirectly。There’ssomethingaboutherwhichremindsmealittleofyou，”anditdidnotseemtohimpeculiarthathehadputitthus，insteadofsaying：”There’ssomethingaboutyouwhichremindsmealittleofher。”Ah！Andhereshewas！Holly，followedcloselybyherelderlyFrenchgoverness，whosedigestionhadbeenruinedtwenty-twoyearsagointhesiegeofStrasbourg，camerushingtowardsthemfromundertheoaktree。Shestoppedaboutadozenyardsaway，topatBalthasarandpretendthatthiswasallshehadinhermind。OldJolyonwhoknewbetter，said：”Well，mydarling，here’stheladyingreyIpromisedyou。”
Hollyraisedherselfandlookedup。Hewatchedthetwoofthemwithatwinkle，Irenesmiling，Hollybeginningwithgraveinquiry，passingintoashysmiletoo，andthentosomethingdeeper。Shehadasenseofbeauty，thatchild——knewwhatwaswhat！Heenjoyedthesightofthekissbetweenthem。”Mrs。Heron，Mam’zelleBeauce。Well，Mam’zelle——goodsermon?”
For，nowthathehadnotmuchmoretimebeforehim，theonlypartoftheserviceconnectedwiththisworldabsorbedwhatinterestinchurchremainedtohim。Mam’zelleBeaucestretchedoutaspideryhandcladinablackkidglove——shehadbeeninthebestfamilies——
andtherathersadeyesofherleanyellowishfaceseemedtoask：”Areyouwell-brrred?”WheneverHollyorJollydidanythingunpleasingtoher——anotuncommonoccurrencehewouldsaytothem：”ThelittleTayleursneverdidthat——theyweresuchwell-brrredlittlechildren。”JollyhatedthelittleTayleurs；Hollywondereddreadfullyhowitwasshefellsoshortofthem。’Athinrumlittlesoul，’oldJolyonthoughther——Mam’zelleBeauce。
Luncheonwasasuccessfulmeal，themushroomswhichhehimselfhadpickedinthemushroomhouse，hischosenstrawberries，andanotherbottleoftheSteinbergcabinetfilledhimwithacertainaromaticspirituality，andaconvictionthathewouldhaveatouchofeczemato-morrow。