CHAPTER LX.
Spring! Spring!
The white roses and the jasmine bloomed on our old garden wall, and
the deliciously fragrant honeysuckle hung its long garlands over it.
I began to live there from morning until night in closest intimacy
with the plants and the old stones. I listened to the sound of the
water as it plashed in the shade of the majestic plum tree, I studied
the grasses and the wood mosses that grew at the edge of my little
lake; and upon the warm side of the garden where the sun shone all
through the day, the cactus put out its buds.
My Wednesday evening trips to Limoise commenced again,--and it goes
without saying that I dreamed of the beloved place from one week to
the next to the detriment of my lessons and my other duties.
