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"That is good," cried the squire, clapping his knee emphatically. "It was like the professor, and it was like Joe Bulteel. The story does them both credit. I am glad I heard it. Alice, fill our glasses again." Then he stood up, and looked around with a smile. "God's blessing on this house, and on all beneath its roof-tree! "Wife and children, a merry Christmas to you!
To Gabriel Druse he had said all that one man might say to another without excess of feeling; to Madame Bulteel he had given a gold pencil which he had always worn; to Fleda he gave nothing, said little, but the few words he did say told the story, if not the whole story. "It's a nice room," he said, and she had flushed at his words, "and I've had the best time of my life in it.
"Madame Bulteel will stay with you," she replied. "Do you need a walk so very badly?" he asked presently. "I don't suppose I need it, but I want it," she answered. "My feet and the earth are very friendly." "Where do you walk?" he asked. "Just anywhere," was her reply. "Sometimes up the river, sometimes down, sometimes miles away in the woods." "Do you never take a gun with you?"
She spoke at once. "You are Mr. Bulteel?" "Yes." "Then this is for you," she said, approaching him, and handing him the packet she had brought. "They are some papers belonging to a poor old tramp named David, who lodged in my house for nearly a year it will be a year come July.
There I was, tossed aside for a flyaway, who was for any man that would come her way. Yes, I think I was mad. The pride in me was hurt as only a woman can understand." She paused and looked at the two women who listened to her. Fleda's eyes were on the world beyond the window of the room. "Surely we understand," whispered Madame Bulteel.
The Confirmation was concluded without any contretemps, save that two of the Grammar School boys incurred an open and well-merited rebuke from the master for appearing in gloves of a much lighter slate colour than was in any way decorous, and that this circumstance reduced the youngest Miss Bulteel to such a state of hysteric giggling that her mother was forced to remove her from the church, and thus deprive her of spiritual privileges for another year.
Every bird in the air, and beast of the field, granivorous or carnivorous, was gorged with them; and to these animals was added man, for Staines, being famished, and remembering the vrow Bulteel, lighted a fire, and roasted a handful or two on a flat stone; they were delicious. The fire once lighted, they cooked themselves, for they kept flying into it.
Falcon be gone to England with the diamonds, he would stay there, and Rosa should come out to him, or he would go and fetch her. He went home, and washed himself, and told Bulteel he had had good news, and should leave the diggings at once. He gave him up the claim, and told him to sell it by auction. It was worth two hundred pounds still.
A moment later she was on her way back to Manitou, but she did not get to her father's house before the break of day; and in the doorway she met Madame Bulteel, whose pale, drawn face proclaimed a sleepless night. "Tell me what has happened? Tell me what has happened?" she asked in distress. Fleda took both her hands. "Before I answer, tell me what has happened here," she said breathlessly.
It was as though he could see, for she was wearing a dark-red dress "wine-coloured," her father called it, "maroon," Madame Bulteel called it. Could he then see, after all? "How did you know it was dark-red?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Guessed it! Guessed it!" he answered almost gleefully. "Was I right? Is it dark-red?" "Yes, dark-red," she answered. "Was it really a guess?"
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