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And running toward Belle-bouche, the girl told her that they really must have her in the garden "before the procession commenced." Poor Jacques drew back groaning. "There's another chance gone!" he sighed; "what luck I have! I'm always interrupted, and the fates are leagued against me." Belle-bouche left him with a blush and a smile, and disappeared.
Only to love!" And Jacques raises his eyes to the blushing face of Belle-bouche. "Is it not fair to think of?" he says sadly. She tries to smile, and can only murmur, "Yes." "I fear it is but a dream," says Jacques. She does not reply: she wishes a moment to collect her thoughts and regain her calmness.
The melancholy Jacques hesitated: a look from Belle-bouche would have caused him to reply that he regretted exceedingly his inability to honor his Alma Mater on that particular occasion; but unfortunately the young girl said nothing. Was she afraid of a second private interview, wherein the subject should be crooks and shepherdesses, and the hopes of Corydons?
"I see you retain that funny name for me," said the young girl with a smile. "Yes: it is beautiful, as all about Shadynook is the garden most of all yourself excepted of course, madam." "It was very adroitly done, that turn of the sentence," Belle-bouche replied, smiling again pleasantly. "Let us go into the garden, as you admire it so much." And she rose.
And then we should cross the beautiful meadows and the flowery knolls " "Very well, sir." "And I should gather flowers for her, and kneeling to present them, would approach near enough to kiss her hand " "Oh goodness!" "And finally, fairest Belle-bouche, we should cross the bright streams on the pretty sylvan bridges " "Yes, sir."
"What music was so happy?" Jacques sighed. Belle-bouche laughed. "A child's song," she said. "Pray what!" "'Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home." "A most exquisite air," sighed Jacques; "please commence again." "But I have finished." "Then something else, my dearest Miss Belle-bouche; see how unfortunate I am pray pardon me." "Willingly," said Belle-bouche, smiling with a roseate blush.
"Yes," murmured Jacques; "and 'tis often the case with us poor fellows. We seldom find the Chloe we want she flies us ever spite of our attempts to clasp her to our hearts." "That is not because Chloe is fickle, but because Corydon is so difficult to please," Belle-bouche replied, with a sly little smile. "Ah! I am not!" he sighed.
Poor Jacques looked more forlorn than ever; which circumstance seemed to afford his friend extreme delight. "Why not pay your addresses to Philippa, Jacques my boy?" he said satirically; "there's no chance for you with Belle-bouche, as you call her." "Philippa? No, no!" sighed Jacques; "she's too brilliant." "For you?" "Even for me me, the prince of wits, and coryphæus of coxcombs: yes, yes!"
"I am really come, Jacques!" stammers Sir Asinus. "Are you indisposed?" "To meet the Doctor? I rather think I am. Mercy! mercy! dear Campana in die," cries the knight; "hide me! hide me! up stairs, down stairs any where!" The footstep sounded in the passage. Belle-bouche laughed with that musical contagious merriment which characterized her.
Sir Asinus ground his teeth. Belle-bouche was safely stowed into the vehicle Jacques gathered up the reins, was about to get in when, disastrous fate! the voice of Mrs. Wimple was heard, declaring that the night had grown too cool for her beloved niece to ride in the open air. Sir Asinus lingered and listened with sombre pleasure.
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