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As he took the cup from my hand, Adele, thinking the moment propitious for making a request in my favour, cried out "N'est-ce pas, monsieur, qu'il y a un cadeau pour Mademoiselle Eyre dans votre petit coffre?" "Who talks of cadeaux?" said he gruffly. "Did you expect a present, Miss Eyre? Are you fond of presents?" and he searched my face with eyes that I saw were dark, irate, and piercing.
Posseder dans sa hutte Une table, un vieux lit, Des cartes, une flute, Un broc que Dieu remplit; Un portrait de maitresse, Un coffre et rien dedans; Eh gai! c'est la richesse Du gros Roger-Bontemps. Aux enfans de la ville Montrer de petits jeux; Etre fesseur habile De contes graveleux; Ne parler que de danse Et d'almanachs chantans; Eh gai! c'est la science Du gros Roger-Bontemps.
The beautiful coffre presented to her with the layette of the Dauphin still stands on a table in an adjoining chamber, and the paintings on its white silk casing are scarcely faded yet, though the decorative ruching of green silk leaves has long ago fallen into decay.
I brushed Adele's hair and made her neat, and having ascertained that I was myself in my usual Quaker trim, where there was nothing to retouch all being too close and plain, braided locks included, to admit of disarrangement we descended, Adele wondering whether the petit coffre was at length come; for, owing to some mistake, its arrival had hitherto been delayed.
There was another, KOFFER EN ZADEL MAKERIJ. At first Rollo could not make any thing of this; but on looking at the window he saw a painting of a horse's head, with a handsome bridle upon it, and a saddle on one side. So he concluded it must mean a trunk and saddle makery. He was the more convinced of the correctness of this from the fact that the word for trunk or box, in French, is coffre.
"'N'est-ce pas, Monsieur, qu'il y a un cadeau pour Mademoiselle Eyre, dans votre petit coffre?" "'Who talks of cadeaux? said he gruffly; 'did you expect a present, Miss Eyre? Are you fond of presents? and he searched my face with eyes that I saw were dark, irate, and piercing. "'I hardly know, sir; I have little experience of them; they are generally thought pleasant things."
As I could only oppose my single asseveration to his suspicion, he told me one day, "Your vord not be give me de satisfaction me find necessaire to chercher for my medicine; pardonnez moi il faut chercber me demand le clef of your coffre a cette heure." Then raising his voice to conceal the fright he was in lest I should make any opposition, he went on, "Oui!
"Pas du tout," said he fantastically, "pas du tout, Messieurs here is no deception. You shall see him pass from my hand to the coffre, and yet you shall not find how he does travel." My father smiled bitterly. "Conjurer to the last!" said he. "In the face of death, what a mockery is his trade!"
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