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As Chrysler could not recall his son, as such, he waited before replying. "He saw you at Benoit's." Still Chrysler paused. "On Sunday." "A ha, now I remember. That fine young man is your son?" "That fine young man, sir," he assented with perfect faith. After adjusting a line for Chrysler, he continued. "Do you not think, monsieur, that my son is fine enough for Josephte Benoit?" "Assuredly.
What work was done here, and how any one could choose such a spot to do work in were questions asked you mysteriously by every object about. As soon as he had waved Chrysler to one of the chairs and sank back upon another into a shadow, he stretched out his hand and pulled the basket of bottles towards him.
"But, my chief, the positions of the French and the English! We who were first, are becoming last!" "Come here if you please, sir," Haviland said, turning to Chrysler, who rose and advanced to him surprised. Haviland took him, and passing over to De La Lande, placed the hand of the Ontario gentleman in that of the high-spirited schoolmaster, who accepted it, puzzled.
"Now, sir, the question of fortune to every good man as he enters the world: 'What will you have. I don't believe in fate: I believe in fortune: good things for everybody; let him choose. It's the man who won't accept good mouthfuls who is miserable. My Lord, what will you have?" "I never take anything, thank you!" "Eh, Mon Dieu! You wouldn't have me drink alone! You grieve my soul, Chrysler!
"This the least, of the plans," Haviland remarked. "All are founded on a curious fact." "What fact is that?" "Our phenomenal multiplication in numbers," returned the seigneur, smiling. "What?" cried Chrysler. He stopped a moment open-eyed, and then laughed heartily and long.
Chamilly continued to Chrysler: "I am not a little proud of the cheerfulness, the spirit, the respectability, the intelligence of my little people. "I have no doubt of it," remarked the visitor genially. "But I scarcely think you can be familiar with a group of startling projects lately cherished in our circles." "Plots against everybody," Quinet remarked.
Chrysler signified assent. At grey dawn, before it was yet quite daybreak, they were on the road. All the houses in the neighbourhood looked asleep. Heavy dews lay upon the grass. The scene was chilly, and a little comfortless and suggestive of turning back to bed. "Where are we going?" the visitor asked, trying to collect his spirits.
Be we young in our strength and hope, as Truth our mistress is perennial. Accept from me who according to the rule of faint hearts ought to be most crushed by our failure, the motto, "Encouraged by disaster!" "I wonder at you! I wonder at you!" exclaimed Chrysler, pacing the drawing-room of the Manor-house, to his friend, "What will be the result of it?" "Cher Monsieur," Haviland replied.
"Why did Benoit call himself Director?" Chrysler asked. Haviland and the Honorable smiled. Chamilly answered: "It is a weakness of his ever since he was put on the Board of our Agricultural Society. Do not laugh, unless at the common vanity of mankind."
Voices, and then cries of alarm, and then lamentations of all the household startled him. Steps sounded coming up the stairs, and a man's sob, and then a gentle knock. "Open!" Chrysler responded. Pierre entered, the picture of woe, and broke down: "O monseigneur Monseigneur Chamilly is dead." They had found his boat and his body, washed ashore.
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