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Benoit's, I could take the pony to the blacksmith's it ain't but a very little ways off and get it put on, in a few minutes." "Well, do, Sam," said Daisy after she had looked at the matter; and while he took Loupe out of harness she turned back to Juanita. "What is gone wrong?" said the old woman.
There stood Sam, with the pony's foot in his hand. "Miss Daisy, this fellow has kicked one of his shoes half off; he can't go home so; it's hanging. Could Miss Daisy stop a little while at Mrs. Benoit's, I could take the pony to the blacksmith's it ain't but a very little ways off and get it put on, in a few minutes."
Meanwhile, as Jurgen reflected, the real Vicomte de Puysange was at this moment lying in a delirium, yonder at Benoit's: to-morrow the true Vicomte would be recognized, and within the year the Vicomte would have married Felise de Soyecourt, and later Jurgen would meet her, in the orchard; and Jurgen knew what was to happen then also.
Pale and self-contained, but with a queer pain at his heart, Andre-Louis heard that dismissal, saw Benoit's white, scared face and shaking hands half-raised as if he were about to expostulate with his master. And then another voice, a crisp, boyish voice, cut in. "Uncle!" it cried, a world of indignation and surprise in its pitch, and then: "Andre!"
"Then will I tune my harp of gold To my eternal King. Through ages that can ne'er be told I'll make Thy praises ring. All hail, eternal Son of God, Who died on Calvary! Who bought me with His precious blood, From endless misery." Mr. Randolph stood by Mrs. Benoit's chair. "My good woman," he said, in suppressed tones, "this is a strange way to put a patient to sleep."
That night a pony and cart took away from the house of Annette's father the chest of drawers, the bed, the bedding, the pieces of linen, and the pile of yarn which had been made ready so long against Benoit's coming. Medallion had said he could sell them at once, and he gave her the money that night; but this was after he had had a talk with the Cure, to whom Annette had told all.
The carriage was easy; she was nicely placed; and through the open glass before her she could look oat quite uninterruptedly. It was so pleasant, she thought, even to see the road and the fences again. That little bit of view before Mrs. Benoit's window she had studied over and over, till she knew it by heart.
"Benoit's bubble," continued the report of the Special Correspondent of the New York World, "burst right there. Only about 150 of his 300 'shock troops' had reached the market-place. No fires had been set. The people were all in bed and asleep. There were no materials for a panic.
Benoit's?" remarked the doctor. "No O no, I didn't. I did not have it dull at all." "How did you escape that, Daisy?" "I do not know, Dr. Sandford. There was no room for dulness." The gentlemen smiled, but Daisy's father with a not altogether satisfied expression. He grew satisfied, as he marked the changes in Daisy's face. The ride was delightful to her.
Benoit's cottage; and now Daisy squeezed her hands and welcomed the sight of her with great affection; and June on her part, though not given to demonstrations, smiled till her wrinkles took all sorts of queer shapes, and even shewed her deep black eyes twinkling with something like moisture.
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