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The colonel came home a few minutes after breakfast; and when his mother showed her uneasiness at his absence, he grew angry and asked if he were not of age. "In the name of thunder, what's all this! here have I brought you some good news, and you both look like tombstones. The Duc de Berry is dead, is he? well, so much the better! that's one the less, at any rate.
She would have wished the old Prince to choose his heir in the elder branch of the House of Bourbon. But the Duchess of Berry, who was disinterestedness itself, declined any arrangement of that nature. To the insinuations made to her in favor of her son, she responded: "Henri will be King. The King of France needs nothing." She did more.
"God day, Auntie," said the doctor, "how are you getting on." "Berry well," answered the old woman, and then added, "I'm mighty glad you come here dis day, for I want to talk wid you 'bout dis here chile." "I have heard all about him, Auntie," said the Doctor, "and have come here expressly for the purpose of learning something about his parents."
The fingers that I still held were berry stained. She showed them to me with a laugh and a light word, and so made excuse to draw them away. Her hair had grown long enough to blow into her eyes, and she smoothed a soft loose wave of it as she questioned me about my voyage. I was new to the wonder of seeing her there, so answered her stupidly.
I know not where to find it. The chancellor and the treasurer refer me to you. Since it is you and the Duke of Berry who govern, may it please you to give me an answer." "Clisson," said the duke, "you have no occasion to trouble yourself about the state of the kingdom; it will manage very well without your services. Whence, pray, have you been able to amass so much money?
Long before he had reached manhood he counted his lady-loves by the score; and among them were at least three Royal Princesses, Mademoiselle de Charolais, and two of the Regent's own daughters, the Duchesse de Berry and Mademoiselle de Valois, later Duchess of Modena, who, in their jealousy, were ready to "tear each other's eyes out" for love of the Duc.
But it gives me pleasure now in my old age, to remember how we received the Sixth at Pfalzbourg. You know that the First battalion had already arrived from Spain, and that the remnant of this regiment and of the 24th infantry of the line formed the 6th regiment of Berry, so that all the village was rejoicing that instead of the few old veterans, we were to have two thousand men in garrison.
The elder man glanced fiercely up the road, then turned his red face to his nephew. 'And how're you going on, lad? he said loudly. Berry noticed that his uncle was slightly uneasy of him. It made him also uncomfortable. The elder man had evidently something pressing on his soul. 'Who are you living with in town? asked the nephew. 'Have you gone back to Aunt Maud? 'No, barked the uncle.
The sight of the bear reminded Oo-koo-hoo of an experience some friends of his once had with a black bear; and when we reached slack water he told it to me. The friends in question were a mother and her daughter, and late one afternoon they were returning from berry picking.
I expect some one to come." "Not the soldiers, my dear?" "No, no, no!" "Nor those dreadful spies?" "I hope not, Berry. You go down, please, at once, and wait till I call you up." "Yes, my dear, yes," said the woman sadly. "You're master now poor dear Sir Robert is away. I'll go; but pray, pray be careful. It would kill me, my dear." "Kill you?" cried Frank. "What would?"
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