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BERTRAND did not follow his mother, but stood watching her as she crossed the garden, the evening sunlight shining on her gown of yellow sarcenet. He saw her halt for a moment, and glance up at the window of the solar that overlooked the garden. Olivier was leaning out over the sill, waving his cap, and watching the Vicomte de Bellière's company as it wound along the road through the meadows. Bertrand knew that Dame Jeanne was smiling at Olivier-smiling at him in that fond, proud way that Bertrand had never known.
He slunk away behind the trees, for Olivier was calling to him from the window.