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It is for zis reason that I made ze effort special with monsieur le gouverneur to remain with you. Ah! it is you, monsieur, who are so robust, so enthusiastic, so appreciative." Here Bäader put on his hat, and I closed my sketch-trap. "But monsieur has not yet dined," he said as we walked, "nor even at his hotel arrived. Ze inn of Mme.
The woman in the white cap is my sister. My sweetheart is the little girl my granddaughter, Susette." I raised my own white umbrella over my head, picked up my sketch-trap, and took the path back to the river. The rain had ceased, the sun was shining brilliant, radiant sunshine; all the leaves studded with diamonds; all the grasses strung with opals, every stone beneath my feet a gem.
Any quiet corner would do for me, I told the Maitre d'Hotel, who relieved me of my sketch-trap anywhere out of the rain when it should again break loose, which it was evidently about to do, judging from the appearance of the clouds anywhere, in fact, where I could eat a filet smothered in mushrooms, and drink a pint of vin ordinaire in peace. "No, I expected no one."
The stage stopped; the hair-trunk and sketch-trap were hauled out of the dust-begrimed boot and deposited on the sidewalk at the foot of the giant elm. Oliver swung back the gate and walked up the path in the direction of the low-roofed porch, upon which lay a dog, which raised its head and at the first click of the latch came bounding toward him, barking with every leap.
Oliver said he was sure of it, and that he hoped Miss Margaret was well, and the old man said she was, "Thank you," and Oliver surrendered the bag it was his sketch-trap and the two walked toward the house. During the mutual greetings the dog sniffed at Oliver's knees and looked up into his face. "And I suppose this is Juno," our hero said, stopping to pat her head.
One glimpse of this sea-burst tumbled me out of the carriage, sketch-trap in hand. Bäader and the governor kept on. If the latter noticed the discrepancy between Bäader's description of the country and the actual topography, no word fell from him at the moment of departure.
He would fish or hunt or carry a sketch-trap or wash brushes, or loaf, or go to sleep beside me or get up at daylight whatever the one half of me wanted to do, Jim, the other half, agreed to with instant cheerfulness. And yet, in spite of this constant companionship, I never crossed a certain line of reserve which he had set up between us.
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