Lucile | ||
IX.
By this time the troop
Had regather'd its numbers.
Had regather'd its numbers.
The Countess was pale
As the cloud 'neath their feet, on its way to the vale.
The Duke had observed it, nor quitted her side,
For even one moment, the whole of the ride.
Alfred smiled, as he thought ‘he is jealous of her!’
And the thought of this jealousy added a spur
To his firm resolution and effort to please.
He talk'd much; he was witty, and quite at his ease.
As the cloud 'neath their feet, on its way to the vale.
The Duke had observed it, nor quitted her side,
For even one moment, the whole of the ride.
Alfred smiled, as he thought ‘he is jealous of her!’
And the thought of this jealousy added a spur
To his firm resolution and effort to please.
He talk'd much; he was witty, and quite at his ease.
Lucile | ||