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I'm not so bad garçon, you know; kind of fond of drink now and then I 'pologize, 'pologize, m'sieu, for you see me a leetle bit dhrunk. Now understand. I'm by nature a most loving kind of man, and I'm fond of leetle children. Yes, sir, bigosh, excusez a leetle bit of swear but that is my nature, that is me, and I would like, sir, some leetle babee of my own.
I am tole there is everything very fonny there all year round, but me I have only been there two, three tam; no good go alone, meet bad company, get on the dhrunk then, sure. Bigosh excusez, Mr. Ringfield, there's nothing like young, handsome wife and plenty babee keep their father straight. Eh? So I tell you what I want to do.
"It is then just between you and me, sir?" "That's the idea. Of course I shall say nothing about it to a third person. Come you promise!" Poussette seemed uneasy. "But m'sieu just you and me? That seems, sir, just same thing as go confess to Father Rielle. Beg pardon, Mr. Ringfield, but bigosh, sir that is same sure as go on the confession." Ringfield saw the point. "I understand, Poussette.
I have never seen a play. I do not approve of the life she leads, and trust that when her brother is better she will not return to her vocation." "But how she must make some leetle monee of her own, and it is for why she goes on the theatre. I have seen her act and sing." "Can she sing?" "Ah, you shall hear. She will sing for me, m'sieu, and bigosh excusez, Mr.
"See now, this is it. This is my affair. It will be my church, and my friend, Mister Romeo Desnoyers of Three Rivers, shall build it. Bigosh excusez; I'll have only friends in it; you're my friend, I am good Methodist since I hear you preach, and Goddam, well, excusez again, sir, I'll have you and no other. We'll say July, and you will have one, two, three months to get the sermon ready.
"Bien," said Poussette jauntily, "if not Mees Clairville, then Mees Cordova. That is for why I wear her ring. I can persuade, sir bigosh, excusez m'sieu, I can persuade!"
I shall drive them over." The younger man smiled faintly. It was necessary at times to restrain M. Poussette. He pulled him back now, but gently, from the slippery rock. "In the summer yes, of course, I see that. I see that it is needed then. The rest of the year " "The rest of the year! Bigosh excusez, I tell you, it is needed all the year round.
Bigosh excuses, I'll just go to sleep for while." Ringfield rose from the ground and sighed. He earned his livelihood pretty hard when such scenes came into his life.
"But how come home? Come at this place again? Bigosh but that will not do, Mr. Ringfield at all, sir! Beeg fuss, sure my wife come at this place so soon after leave nurse Henry Clairville! Dr. Renaud will tell you that. No, sir, Madame is come no more on me, on St. Ignace at all. When she leave me, go nurse seeck man down with the 'Pic, she is no more for me. Voyez m'sieu, I am tired of my wife.
The very terms annoyed Ringfield; they savoured of the Old Country, not of Canada, where denominational hatred and bigotry should be less pronounced, and as he left the room Poussette joined him in the hall. "Bigosh, Mr. Ringfield, sir but I don't know how you stand that talk so long no, sir, I don't know at all!" He patted the other on the back.
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