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We have kept a boy near the telephone all evening, M'sieur. No message." "I also told 'em to send up any telegram that might come," he informed his wife, who merely lifted her eyebrows. They had been lowered perceptibly in consequence of the ebullience of Pericault's cousins. The vivacious young women were attracting a great deal of attention to their table.
A little later he followed the Frenchman outside, and stopped him where there were no others near to overhear. "M'sieur, you spoke of Lac Bain," he said in French. "You have been there?" "Yes," replied the other, "I was there for a week waiting for the first sledge snow." "It is my old home," said Jan, trying to keep his voice natural. "I have wondered if there are changes.
At last he said to Philip: "The wind will grow, M'sieur," and picked up his axe. Philip followed with his own, and they piled about Josephine's tent a thick protection of spruce and cedar boughs. Then together they brought three or four big logs to the fire. After that Philip went into their own tent, stripped off his outer garments, and buried himself in his sleeping bag.
"It is not so much of THAT as of what followed that I am going to tell you, m'sieur," he went on. "It was a beautiful love on the woman's part, and it would have been a beautiful love on the man's part if it had been pure. For her he gave up everything, even his God as you would give up everything and your God for this girl at Oxford House. M'sieur, I will speak mostly of the woman now.
"He is anxious to see you again." "Tres bien, m'sieur," answered the smart Parisienne. "I will be there. But will you not dine with me eh? At Vian's at seven. You know the place." "Mademoiselle Lisette asks us to dine with her at Vian's," The Sparrow said, turning to Hugh. "Yes, I shall be delighted," replied the young man. So The Sparrow accepted the girl's invitation.
"Mais, M'sieur explain yourself" ... stammered the propriétaire. "You know who I am, Monsieur Choucru?" "No, M'sieur not in the least." "I am Müller Franz Müller landscape painter, portrait painter, historical painter, caricaturist, artist en chef to the Petit Courier Illustré" "Hein! M'sieur est peintre!" "Yes, Monsieur Choucru and I offer you my protection."
"I am very sorry, m'sieur, but I fear it will be necessary in that case for you to write to his Excellency, and mark your letter 'personal. It will then go into the Governor-General's own hands." "What I have to say cannot be committed to writing," was my reply. "I must see Baron Oberg upon a matter which affects him personally, and which admits of no delay."
Then, after some hesitation, she added, "I wonder if you would do me another favour. You could save my life, M'sieur Ewart if you only would." "Well, if I can render you such a service, mademoiselle, I shall be only too delighted. As I told you the other day, my next journey is to Petersburg, and I may have to start any hour after midnight to-morrow. What can I do?"
"This Fort o' God must be a wonderful place," he said, as he bent over to help her. "You have aroused something in me I never thought I possessed before a tremendous curiosity." "It is a wonderful place, M'sieur Philip," replied the girl, holding up her hands to him. "But why should you guess it?" "Because of you," laughed Philip.
As you say, the Comte de Virieu's room is now empty, but" he hesitated, and with a sly look added, "indeed we have another room empty to-night a far finer room, with a view over the lake the room Madame Bailey occupied." "The room Mrs. Bailey occupied?" echoed Chester. "Has Mrs. Bailey changed her room to-day?" "Oh, no, M'sieur! She left Lacville this very evening.
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