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The street boys stood round again, as he dismounted to make fresh certainty of Sylvie's welfare, handed her into her phæton, and then, springing to the saddle, rode away beside her, down the East Dorbury road. Mrs. Argenter was sitting with her worsted work in the high, many-columned terrace piazza which gave grandeur to the great show-house that Mr.
But after the conversation with Vinet relating to Sylvie's fears of marriage Gouraud began to seek opportunities to find Pierrette alone; the rough colonel made himself as soft as a cat; he told her how brave her father was and what a misfortune it had been for her that she lost him. A few days before Brigaut's arrival Sylvie had come suddenly upon Gouraud and Pierrette talking together.
But no more was said till we had reached our friends; and Bruno was far too much engrossed, in the feast we had brought him, to take any notice of Sylvie's unusually grave manner. "I'm afraid it's getting rather late, Professor?" I said. "Yes, indeed," said the Professor. "I must take you all through the Ivory Door again. You've stayed your full time."
Sylvie's tears were therefore a mystery to him, except when a jealous pang contracted his generally liberal and tender soul, and he thought, "Perhaps she is grieving for the Marquis Fontenelle!"
He started, on catching sight of the children, and came forwards to meet them, keeping his musket pointed straight at Bruno, who stood quite still, though he turned pale and kept tight hold of Sylvie's hand, while the Sentinel walked solemnly round and round them, and looked at them from all points of view. "Oobooh, hooh boohooyah!" He growled at last. "Woobah yahwah oobooh! Bow wahbah woobooyah?
The tenderness that had been in heart and voice sprang to tears in Sylvie's eyes, at that word. "How do you think of such things?" she said, earnestly. "I shall never forget that now." Aunt Euphrasia could not help telling Rodney as they drove away toward the city, how brave and good the child was.
"I'm very sorry: but our ears haven't got the right " she wanted to say "machinery" in Doggee: but she had forgotten the word, and could only think of "steam-engine." The Sentinel repeated Sylvie's explanation to the King. "Can't prick up their ears without a steam-engine!" His Majesty exclaimed. "They must be curious creatures! I must have a look at them!"
And the poor little fellow buried his face in Sylvie's lap, who kept gently stroking his hair,as she went on. "It's all true, Professor dear! They do treat my darling Bruno very badly! And they're not kind to me either," she added in a lower tone, as if that were a thing of much less importance. The Professor got out a large red silk handkerchief, and wiped his eyes.
With Sylvie's help the two women at last succeeded in getting Eugene up to his room; they laid him on the bed, and the cook unfastened his clothes to make him more comfortable. Before they left the room, Victorine snatched an opportunity when her guardian's back was turned, and pressed a kiss on Eugene's forehead, feeling all the joy that this stolen pleasure could give her.
And here an idea came into my head, and I asked him "Aren't you one of the Fairies that teach children to be good?" "Well, we have to do that sometimes," said Bruno, "and a dreadful bother it is." As he said this, he savagely tore a heartsease in two, and trampled on the pieces. "What are you doing there, Bruno?" I said. "Spoiling Sylvie's garden," was all the answer Bruno would give at first.
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