a a. Prussian Camp, left with fires burning. b b b. Prussian Main Army. c c. Ziethen鈥檚 Division. d d. Loudon鈥檚 Camp, also left with fires burning. e e e. Loudon鈥檚 Army attacked by the Prussians. f f f. Approach of Daun. g g. Lacy鈥檚 Cavalry. CHAPTER IX. THE DEATH OF FREDERICK WILLIAM. pk10冠亚组合 a a. Prussian Camp, left with fires burning. b b b. Prussian Main Army. c c. Ziethen鈥檚 Division. d d. Loudon鈥檚 Camp, also left with fires burning. e e e. Loudon鈥檚 Army attacked by the Prussians. f f f. Approach of Daun. g g. Lacy鈥檚 Cavalry. 220 鈥淔rom all persons who return from Reinsberg the unanimous report is that the king works the whole day through with an assiduity which is unique, and then, in the evening, gives himself to the pleasures of society with a vivacity of mirth and sprightly humor, which makes those evening parties charming.鈥? 鈥淣othing can be more elegant than this prince鈥檚 library. It has a view of the lake and gardens. A collection, not very numerous, but well chosen, of the best books in the French language are ranged in glass cases, which are ornamented with carvings and gildings in excellent taste. The portrait of M. De Voltaire occupies an honorable place in this library. He is the favorite author of the prince, who has, in general, a high esteem for good French writers both in prose and verse. She regarded him in wonderment. 鈥淗ave you ever heard of champagne?鈥? "Ah, Monsieur," Mr. Papineau continued, "it stirred my soul as I stood on that rocky cliff and thought of how many canoes of heroic missionaries, Indian braves and cheery voyageurs have paddled these waters and torn their feet on the rocky shores, going, some of them to death and some to tortures worse than death. As we drifted down with the current in the moonlight the gentle breeze in the pines along the shore seemed to be whispering sad tales of other days." Ernest saw only the fresh-looking, smiling face, the dimpled cheek, the clear blue eyes and lovely, sphinx-like lips which he had remembered as a boy. At nineteen she had looked older than she was, now she looked much younger; indeed she looked hardly older than when Ernest had last seen her, and it would have taken a man of much greater experience than he possessed to suspect how completely she had fallen from her first estate. It never occurred to him that the poor condition of her wardrobe was due to her passion for ardent spirits, and that first and last she had served five or six times as much time in gaol as he had. He ascribed the poverty of her attire to the attempts to keep herself respectable, which Ellen during supper had more than once alluded to. He had been charmed with the way in which she had declared that a pint of beer would make her tipsy, and had only allowed herself to be forced into drinking the whole after a good deal of remonstrance. To him she appeared a very angel dropped from the sky, and all the more easy to get on with for being a fallen one. Corinna鈥檚 English upper middle-class pride had revolted at the suggestion that she should become an employee in a little bourgeois inn; but her knowledge of French provincial life painfully quickened by her experience of yesterday assured her that she was the recipient of the greatest honour that lies in the power of a French citizen to offer. An English innkeeper daring to propose marriage she would have scorched with blazing indignation, and the bewildered wretch would have gone away wondering how he had mistaken for an angel such a Catherine-wheel of a woman. But against Bigourdin, son of other traditions so secure in his integrity, so delicate in his approach, so intensely sincere in his appeal, she could find within her not a spark of anger. All conditions were different. The plane of their relations was different. She would never have confessed to a flirtation with an English innkeeper. Besides, she had a really friendly feeling for Bigourdin, something of admiration. He was so big, so simple, so genuine, so intelligent. In spite of Martin鈥檚 complaint that she could not realise the spirit of modern France, her shrewd observation had missed little of the moral and spiritual phenomena of Brant?me. She was well aware that Bigourdin, petit h?telier that he was, stood for many noble ideals outside her own narrow horizon. She respected him; she also derived feminine pleasure from his small mouth and the colour of his eyes. But the possibility of marrying him had never entered her head. She had not the remotest intention of marrying him now. The proposal was grotesque. As soon as she got clear of the place she would throw back her head and roar with laughter at it; a gleeful little devil was already dancing at the back of her brain. For the moment, however, she did not laugh: on the contrary a queer thrill again ran through her body, and she felt a difficulty in looking him in the face. After having thrown herself at a man鈥檚 head yesterday only to be spurned, her outraged spirit found solace in having to-day another man suppliant at her feet. Of his sincerity there could be no possible question. This big, good man loved her. For all her independent ways and rackety student experiences, no man before had come to her with the loyalty of deep love in his eyes, no man had asked her to be his wife. Absurd as it all was, she felt its flattering deliciousness in every fibre of her being. "Yes," he replied; "but how could you have heard it so soon?" a a. Prussian Camp, left with fires burning. b b b. Prussian Main Army. c c. Ziethen鈥檚 Division. d d. Loudon鈥檚 Camp, also left with fires burning. e e e. Loudon鈥檚 Army attacked by the Prussians. f f f. Approach of Daun. g g. Lacy鈥檚 Cavalry.