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"Well, there he was, for what reason the devil knows, perdu amongst the painter's litter; and when he heard your little startled cry most musical, most melancholy what should he fancy but that you were frightened, and he must rush to the rescue! And so he did with a vengeance: I don't know when I shall quite forget the blow he gave me." And again Liftore laughed, or thought he did.
The parties interested, their friends, and the crowd of curious spectators poured from the building, discussing as they moved along the probable result, which could scarcely be known until the next morning, for it was late on the fourth night that the trial closed. "Tout est perdu fors l'honneur!" Francois I.
In the ravine he found a shallow cave, behind a great white rock. The cave was plainly a wild beast's lair, and he entered circumspectly. There were bones scattered about, and on some dry herbage in the deepest corner of the den, he found the dead bodies, now rapidly decaying, of two small panther cubs. The Perdu.
The English monosyllabic refrain, with its touching balance of rhythm, loses nearly all of its esthetic effect in the French translation: "Car mon fils, que voici, était mort, mais il est ressuscité; il était perdu, mais il est retrouvé."
Then the miracle had flashed down from the sky. She was free, astride the pinto, galloping for home. "Yes, you owe us much." There was a note of light sarcasm in her clear, young voice, but the feeling in her heart swept it away in an emotional rush of words from the tongue of her father. "Vous avez pris le fait et cause pour moi. Sans vous j'étais perdu." "You're French," he said.
Messieurs, ce jour pour ma Muse est bien doux; Mais maintenant, d'etre quitte j'ai perdu l'esperance: Car je viens, plus fier que jamais, Vous payer ma reconnaissance, Et je m'endette que plus!"
Hansen lay the spell of the neighborhood, impelling her to wait for whatever might see fit to come to pass. For these two children the years that slipped so smoothly over the Perdu were full of interest. They met often.
At first sight it seemed to be but a narrow, tideless, windless bit of backwater; and the first impulse of the passing stranger was to ask how it came to be called the "Perdu." On this point he would get little information from the folk of the neighborhood, who knew not French.
He had no name, but he was forthwith christened, and given the name of a very celebrated building standing close to where he was found. "Marie Perdu suggests at once the history which attaches to her. Rachel Trouvé is equally suggestive.
Her features expressed gaiety, approaching to volatility; yet one could not help feeling that there was firmness of character en perdu. Her figure was beyond criticism; and the face, if not strikingly beautiful was one that you could not look upon without emotions of pleasure. She appeared to know some of her fellow-passengers at least she was conversing with them in a style of easy freedom.
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