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Osborne has come in reply to her letter," he said to the little black-eyed French maid. "Ees Meestaire Osborrrrne zee new groom?" "Yes." "I go thees minute!" Hein! what a fine-looking young man to make eyes at on cold nights in the kitchen! Warburton sat down and twirled his hat. Several times he repressed the desire to laugh. He gazed curiously about him.

"Likely looking gulch," Gale was heard to reply, in his deep tones there was a crackle of dead brush, a sound as of a man tripping and falling heavily, then oaths in a voice that made the Lieutenant start. "Ha, ha!" laughed Doret. "You mus' be tired, Meestaire R-r-unnion. Better you pick up your feet. Dat's free tarn' you've-"

He snatched him from his seat and hurled him at the door, where he fell in a heap. Klusky arose, and, although his eyes snapped wildly and he trembled, he spoke insidiously, with oily modulation. "Vait a meenute, Meestaire Captain, vait a meenute. I didn't say I vouldn't go. Oi! Oi! Vat a man! Shoor I'll go. Coitenly! You have been good to me and they have been devils. I hope they die."

Merrihew, holding grimly on to his hand-luggage, stood waiting for Hillard at the iron gates fronting the railroad. Suddenly a brilliantly uniformed man rushed up to him, bowed, and insisted on taking the luggage. Merrihew protested feebly. "But you are Meestaire Merrihoo, the friend of Meestaire Hillar?" "Yes." "It is all right, then."

He turned weakly, to behold Pierre propped in a chair by the stove, frost-scarred and pale, but aggressive even in recuperation. He gesticulated fiercely with a bandaged hand, hot in controversy with some big-limbed, bearded strangers. "Bah! You fellers no good too beeg in the ches', too leetle in the forehead. She'll tak' the heducate mans for stan' the 'ardsheep lak' me an' Meestaire Weelard."

I'm all right, thank you." "Ah! but yes," he retorted "you cannote deceives me. You are pallide; you take walks on feet this detestable day. Mon Dieu! votre climat c'est affreux! I knows ver wells, Meestaire Lorton, dat somesings ees ze mattaire!" "But, I'm quite well, I tell you," said I. "Quaite well en physique, bon: quaite well, here?" tapping his chest expressively the while "non!

"Ah! but yes!" he said to me, in a parting visit he paid me the night before I started. "You cannote deceives me, my youngish friends! Lamartine was un republicain, he? Bien, he go un voyage en Orient; you, my dears Meestaire Lorton, are going to walk on a voyage en Ouest dat is vraisemble. Ha! ha!

"There is one more thing to say, that is all. I have said I learn' a secret, and use it to make a man introduce me if I will not tell. He has absolve' me of that promise. My frien's, I had not the wish to ruin that man. I was not receive'; Meestaire Nash had reboff me; I had no other way excep' to use this fellow.

His words encouraged me: and, my face imperceptibly brightened. "Ah, ha! dat is bettaire," he said "I likes you, Meestaire Lorton; and it does me pain to sees you at deespair like dese! Cheer oop; and all will be raite, as our good friend, ze vicaire, all-ways tells to us. We will go and sees him now!"

"Did I not say I should come? M. Molyneux was so obliging as to answer for me to the fourteen frien's of M. de Winterset and Meestaire Nash." "Do you not know," she turned vehemently upon Molyneux, "that he will be removed the moment I leave this room? Do you wish to be dragged out with him?