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That journal, Castanado remarked to Chester as at a corner table he poured him a glass of cordial, brought the war, the trenches, the poilu and the boche closer than any other they knew. Beloiseau and Mme. Alexandre, he softly explained, had come in quite unlooked-for to discuss the great strife and might depart at any moment. Then the reading!
"One troub'," Dubroca said, "'tis that all those three stone' and all I can rim-ember even that story of M'sieu' Smith about the fall of the city 1862 they all got in them somewhere, alas! the nigger. The publique they are not any longer pretty easy to fascinate on that subjec'." "Ho!" Beloiseau rejoined, "au contraire, he's an advantage!
"And tha'z the manner she was not al-lone?" "Yas'm, dass all." The little fellow dropped to his knees, clutched a knee of either questioner, and wept and sobbed. M. Beloiseau reached across his workbench and hung up his hammer and tongs. The varied notes of two or three remote steam-whistles told him that the hour, of the day after the holiday, was five.
Scipion beamed: "Ah, you've foun' me that at the lazt, and just when I'm wanting it furiouzly." "Mr. Beloiseau," said Chester, "has a beautiful commission from the new Pan-American Steamship Company." "Thanks to Mr. Chezter," said Beloiseau, "who got me the job. Hence for this book spot cash." He turned aside to a locked closet and drawer.
The holiday "everything shut up" had arrived. No carrier was abroad. Neither reason given for the joy-ride held good. Yet the project was well on foot. The smaller car was at the De l'Isles' lovely gates, with monsieur in the chauffeur's seat, Mme. Alexandre at his side, and Dubroca close behind her. The larger machine stood at the opposite curb, with Beloiseau for driver, and Mme.
And ad the end she's compel' to tell Mélanie yes, De l'Isle he's pay her those same kind of sentimental plaisanteries; rosebud' to pin on the heart outside, a few minute', till the negs cavalier. Castanado, she say, Beloiseau, they do the same even more. 'Ah! Mélanie say, 'but only to you! and only biccause to say any mo' they are yet af-raid!
Castanado, "the en'! and where is all that abbout that beautiful cat what was the proprity of Dora? Everything abbout that cat of Dora scratch out! Ah, Mr. Chezter! Yvonne and me, we find that the moze am-using part that episode of the cat that large, wonderful, mazculine cat of Dora! Ah, M'sieu' Beloiseau! and to scradge that!" But Beloiseau was judicially calm. "Yes, I rim-ember that portion.
Enlivened by the high art they had been enjoying and by the fresh night air, a full half-dozen came in: M. and Mme. De l'Isle, whom the others had chanced upon as they left the theatre; Dubroca and his wife; Mme. Alexandre; and finally Beloiseau.
"No," Beloiseau rejoined, "tha'z only to signify that the editorial decision tha'z not decide'." Mlle. Corinne lifted both hands to the entire jury: "Oh, frien', I assure you, that manuscrip' is agcept'. And tha'z the proof; that both Yvonne and me we've had a presentiment of that already sinze the biggening! Ah-h-h!"
Mélanie too was present, with an announcement of her own which won ecstatic kisses, many of them tear-moistened but all of them glad. As for Mme. Alexandre and Beloiseau, they announced nothing, but every one knew, and said so in the smiling fervency of their hand-grasps. All of which made the evening too hopelessly old-fashioned to be dwelt on, though one point cannot be overlooked.
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