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Updated: September 9, 2025
The stillness was doubly oppressive to the unfortunate girl, who leaning on the arm of the handsome Bijou, passed out through the quiet rustic gate, leaving her home and her father amid such rich surroundings, to brave the world with a man of whom she knew nothing, save that she loved him madly, and that his name was Bijou.
It was a perfect bijou of a cottage; very small only two stories with ceilings that a tall man could touch, and a trellis-work porch at the front door, and a little garden all to itself, and an ivy wall that shut out the curious public, but did not interfere with the sky, a patch of which gleamed through between two great palatial residences hard by, like a benignant eye.
Jenkyn; and this gentleman was naturally pleased, and threw a good many consultation fees in Staines's way. The Lucases, to his great comfort for he had an instinctive aversion to Miss Lucas left London for Paris in August, and did not return all the year. In February he reviewed his year's work and twelve months' residence in the Bijou.
As he sat on the grass and looked across the river, a dark hole in the bank opposite, just above the water's edge, caught his eye, and dreamily he fell to considering what a nice snug dwelling-place it would make for an animal with few wants and fond of a bijou riverside residence, above flood level and remote from noise and dust.
"We don't dispute it," joined in the rest, "he's the devil for working his way into the favor of women." Here they all looked at him who had addressed the villagers first, and accused him of outdoing their grandest attempts in the siege of hearts. They called him "Bijou" and whether it was his name or not, he appeared quite satisfied with it.
Outside the garden gate, at a little distance, stood a small covered buggy, and a horse, the latter tied to a tree and pawing the ground with irritation. Fifine was a little surprised. "I provided for the best or worst," Bijou said untying the restless animal, and helping Josephine to enter the carriage. Then silence fell on them again.
The low angry rumble of distant thunder was in her ears, the trees were swaying to and fro, and the leaves were turned upon their stems the storm was drawing nearer! At last she spoke again. "You cannot mean, that I must become your wife in this strange way, Bijou," her voice was husky and trembling, "you have not the power." He smothered a curse, and his brow contracted.
Bijou though not residing in the place more than three months, led through the thickest and most unfrequented paths. It was growing dark. A yellowish sort of twilight, a forerunner of the storm, was now giving place to a heavy pall of black, that was stealing a descent, noiseless and quiet as a snowflake over the earth.
In short, he had found an amusement best expressed in the French equivalent distraction. He rode with Bijou, and reported to Mr. Heathcote that she was "a clinker at her fences, and went at them as straight as an English girl." He taught her a good deal about the management of her reins and animal, and admitted that she was "a plucky one."
We ought to be off," which practically ended the meal, for first Mr. Ramsay and then the others left the table, he to talk to Bijou, they to get ready for church. Job's eyes followed Mr. Ramsay, and he said to Sir Robert, "What a charming girl Mrs. De Witt was in the old Cheltenham days! Heathcote didn't make the landing there, and I'm sorry."
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