Above it shone the de Sigognac arms--three golden storks
upon an azure field, with this noble motto--entirely obliterated of
old--"Alta petunt."
For a few moments de Sigognac gazed at it all in silence, overcome by
astonishment and emotion. Then he suddenly turned to Isabelle, with
joyful surprise written in every line of his speaking countenance, and
seizing her hands passionately, and holding them firmly clasped in his,
said: "It is to you, my kind, generous fairy, that I owe this marvellous
transformation of my poor, dilapidated, old chateau. You have touched it
with your wand and restored its ancient splendour, majesty and youth.
I cannot tell you how enchanted, how gratified I am by this wonderful
surprise. It is unspeakably charming and delightful, like everything
that emanates from my good angel. Without a word or hint from me, you
have divined, and carried out, the secret and most earnest wish of my
heart."
"You must also thank a certain sorcerer, who has greatly aided me in
all this," said Isabelle softly, touched by her husband's emotion and
delight, and pointing to Vallombreuse, who was sitting opposite to her.
The two young men clasped hands for a moment, and smiled at each other
in friendly fashion. There was a perfect under standing between these
kindred spirits now, and no words were needed on either side.
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