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"You think that's it, eh?" rejoined Belward, as he tossed a shilling to a beggar. "Maybe, too, your great Saracen to this tot of a broncho, and the grand homme to little Jacques Brillon." Jacques was tired and testy. The other laid his whip softly on the half-breed's shoulder. "See, my peacock: none of that.
"'We think it a compliment that the greatest intellect in the world is willing to allow itself to be, in a way, captured by the charms of women, Madame Brillon declared. "'My beautiful friend! You are too generous, the Doctor continued with a laugh. 'If the greatest man were really to come to Paris and lose his heart, I should know where to find it.
Yet it did not disgust him. He knew it was a bit of acting, and it was well done. Besides, Jacques Brillon was not a mere servant, and he, too, had done well. She sat back and laughed lightly when Jacques was gone. Then she said: "The honest fellow!" and hummed an air: "'The pretty coquette Well she needs to be wise, Though she strike to the heart By a glance of her eyes.
Again I drifted back to the Rockies and over into the plains; found Jacques Brillon, my servant, had a couple of years' work and play, gathered together some money, as good a horse and outfit as the North could give, and started with Brillon and his broncho having got both sense and experience, I hope for Ridley Court. And here I am.
Most men placed similarly would have been so engaged with the main event that they had never thought of this other. But Belward was not excited. He was moving deliberately, prepared for every situation. He had a great game in hand, and he had no fear of his ability to play it. He suddenly stopped his horse, and threw the bridle to Jacques, saying: "I'll be back directly, Brillon."
"The hair and ear-rings may remain, Brillon; but the beard and clothes must go except for occasions. Come along." For the next two hours Gaston explored the stables and the grounds. Nothing escaped him.
You can get a better valet in France. Why have one at all?" "I shall not decline from Brillon on a Parisian valet. Besides, he comes as my camarade." "Goth! Goth! My friend the valet! Cadet, you're a wonderful fellow, but you'll never fit in quite." "I don't wish to fit in; things must fit me." Ian smiled to himself. "He has tasted it all it's not quite satisfying revolution next!
Gaston answered quietly, at last: "I will redeem the promise." "When?" "Within thirty-six hours." "That is, you will be at my studio in Paris within thirty-six hours from now?" "That is it." "Good! I shall start at eight to-morrow morning. You will bring your horse, Cadet?" "Yes, and Brillon." "He isn't necessary." Ian's brow clouded slightly. "Absolutely necessary." "A fantastic little beggar.
"Unless you are both the serpent and the dove, Falby." "Yessir." As they entered the hall, Brillon with the saddle-bags was being taken in charge, and Gaston saw what a strange figure he looked beside the other servants and in these fine surroundings. He could not think that himself was so bizarre. Nor was he.
"Saracen has established himself, then? Good! And the broncho?" "Bien, a trifle only. They laugh much in the kitchen " "The hall, Brillon." " in the hall last night. That hired man over there " "That groom, Brillon." " that groom, he was a fool, and fat. He was the worst. This morning he laugh at my broncho. He say a horse like that is nothing: no pace, no travel.
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