38 THE STORY OF PAULINE.

among us, when my heart yearned for
time to weep over the little darling’s
grave. Then my lady sent for me to
speak to her; and I remember, as I
walked for the first time up the great
staircase and through these long corridors
filled with beautiful things, I wondered.
what either death or I had to do coming
in there. But, O Henri, when I saw
the poor marchioness struggling alone
with her grief—the children away in the
nursery, and the marquis at court, and
she all day weeping for her lost baby—
then I thanked God that I had my hus-
band and children to work for. O
Henri, Henri, a gilded sorrow is hard to
bear !”

“That may be,” said her son, “ but
there is precious little gilding on mine,
I know.”

As he spoke Pauline danced in at the
door, holding out to him a large bag of