Athénaïse spent a day of happiness and . The fair sight of the country unfolding itself before her was balm to her vision and to her soul. She was charmed with the rather , broad, clean sweep of the sugar , with their monster sugar-houses, their rows of neat cabins like little villages of a single street, and their impressive homes apart amid clusters of trees. There were sudden glimpses of a bayou curling between sunny, banks, or creeping out from a growth of wood, and brush, and fern, and poison-vines, and palmettos. And passing through the long stretches of woodlands, she would close her eyes and taste in the moment of her meeting with Cazeau. She could think of nothing but him.
 
103It was night when she reached her station. There was Montéclin, as she had expected, waiting for her with a two-seated buggy, to which he had his own swift-footed, spirited . It was good, he felt, to have her back on any terms; and he had no fault to find since she came of her............