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"Scipion," said Castanado to a short, swarthy, broad-bearded man, "I have the honor to make you acquaint' with my friend Mr. Chezter." Chester pressed the enveloping hand of "S. Beloiseau, Artisan in Ornamental Iron-work." "Also, Mr. Chezter, Mr. Rene Ducatel; but with him you are already acquaint', I think, eh?"
Aline tha'z pretty touching, to see with what an inten-city she love'. "Now, what I tell you, tha'z a very sicret bitwin you and me. Biccause even those Dubroca', père and mère, and those De l'Isle', père and mère, they do' know all that; and me I know that only from Castanado, who know' it only from his wife; biccause she, she know' it only from Mlle.
"Ladies an' gentlemen," said M. Castanado, "we are on a joy-ride." "An' we 'ave reason!" his wife exclaimed. "Biccause hope!" Mme. Alexandre put in. "Yes!" said Dubroca. "That manuscrip' is not allone receive'; sinze more than a week 'tis rittain', whiles they dillib-rate; and the chateau what dillib-rate' you know, eh? M'sieu' De l'Isle, I move you we go h-on."
I'd totally forgotten I had it. I disliked its beginning far more than I did 'Maud's' yesterday. For I hate masks and costumes as much as Mr. Castanado loves them; and a practical joke which is what the story begins with, in costume, though it soon leaves it behind nauseates me. Comical situation it makes for me, this 'Memorandum, doesn't it turning up this way?"
Aline she rimain' always up-stair' employing that great talent tha'z too valu'ble to be interrupt'." "Doesn't she keep the books now?" "Yes, but tha'z only to assist Mélanie whiles Mélanie she's, eh, away. Dubroca he go' into businezz with his father, likewise Castanado with his father, but De l'Isle he's made a secretary in City-hall.
Castanado, while selecting a publisher for mademoiselle's manuscript, select for both?" Chester shone: "Why why, happy thought! I'll consider that, indeed I will! Well, good mor' " "Mr. Chester." "Well?" "Why did you want that new book yesterday?" "I've met that nice old man the book calls 'the judge, and he's coaxed me to break my rules and dine with him, at his home uptown, to-night."
That journal, Castanado remarked to Chester as at a corner table he poured him a glass of cordial, brought the war, the trenches, the poilu and the boche closer than any other they knew. Beloiseau and Mme. Alexandre, he softly explained, had come in quite unlooked-for to discuss the great strife and might depart at any moment. Then the reading!
'Tis because my wife and me we are anxious to get every picayune we can get for the owners of that manuscript." Chester thought to be shrewd: "Oh! is she hard up? the owner?" "The owners are three," Castanado calmly said, "and two dip-end on the earnings of a third." He bowed himself away.
"Sir, if you please. You are, I think, Mr. Chester, notary public and attorney at law?" "That is my name and trade, sir." Evidently Mr. Geoffry Chester was also an American, a Southerner. "Pardon," said his detainer, "I have only my business card." He tendered it: "Marcel Castanado, Masques et Costumes, No. 312, rue Royale, entre Bienville et Conti."
He would have the coach drawn up to the house before sunrise and would keep it as long as I liked." He asked me in, but I went on to the little railway town, repeated my tarradiddle at its "hotel," and soon was asleep. Castanado, "tha'z may be a species of paternoster, I suppose, eh?" "No," said Scipion, "I think tha'z juz' a fashion of speech that he took a drink. I do that myself, going to bed."
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