"
"It is indeed strange. That thought has often occurred to me, too," said
Marie, musingly.
"But," went on Lacroix, "though, of course, I like London and Paris and
all this excitement for a time, I often pine for our fresh Canadian
breezes, for the dash of the Gulf against the rocks at Father Point! City
life is so trammelled, and I long for the unconventional home life from
which I have been removed so long."
"Ah! I see you have _mal de pays_; you see I know the symptoms," said
Marie, smiling.
"Yes, I suppose it must be that."
"But how delighted you must be at the success of your picture. I saw by
this morning's paper that it was bought by the prince."
"Of course, I am glad of my success. True, it has come late in life; but
still it _has_ come. But I shall miss my picture very much."
"Naturally."
"However, I shall soon see the reality again. I am going home for a
holiday next month."
"Indeed? How I envy you."
"Yes, I am really going, and I am counting the days until it is time to
sail. But, mademoiselle, I am forgetting to show you M. Bois-le-Duc's
letter.
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