When I feel how strong you are my heart
melts with bliss!"
And Paul, to show her it was true, seized her in his arms, and ran with
her, placing her on a high rock, where he made her pay him with kisses and
tell him she loved him before he would lift her down.
And it was his lady's caprice, as she said, that this state of things
should last all day. But by night time, when they got to Flueelen, the
infinite mastery of her mind, and the uncertainty of his hold over her,
made her his Queen again, and Paul once more her worshipping slave.
* * * * *
Now, although his master was quite oblivious of posts, Tompson was not,
and that Monday he took occasion to go into Lucerne, whence he returned
with a pile of letters, which Paul found on again reaching the
Buergenstock, after staying the night at Flueelen in a little hotel.
That had been an experience! His lady quite childish in her glee at the
smallness and simplicity of everything.
"Our picnic," she called it to Paul--only it was a wonderfully _recherche_
picnic, as Anna of course had brought everything which was required by
heart of sybarite for the passing of a night.
Ah! they had been happy. The Queen had been exquisitely gracious to her
slave, and entranced him more deeply than ever.
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