"Did you like it so much?" Zoe had asked when her song was finished, and
the Man from Outside had replied, "Ah, but splendid, splendid! It got
into every corner of every one of us."
"Into the senses--why not into the heart? Songs are meant for the
heart," said Zoe.
"Yes, yes, certainly," was the young man's reply, "but it depends upon
the song whether it touches the heart more than the senses. Won't you
sing that perfect thing, 'La Claire Fontaine'?" he added, with eyes as
bright as passion and the hectic fires of his lung-trouble could make
them.
She nodded and was about to sing, for she loved the song, and it had been
ringing in her head all day; but at that point M. Fille rose, and with
his glass raised high--for at that moment Seraphe Corniche and another
carried round native wine and cider to the company--he said:
"To Monsieur Jean Jacques Barbille, and his fifty years, good health--
bonne sante! This is his birthday. To a hundred years for Jean
Jacques!"
Instantly everyone was up with glass raised, and Zoe ran and threw her
arms round her father's neck.
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