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I don't know what I like playing at best. O Marcelline!" she exclaimed, as the old nurse just then came into the room, "O Marcelline! do tell us a story; we are tired of playing." "Does Monsieur Chéri, too, wish me tell him a story?" asked Marcelline, looking curiously at Hugh. "Yes, of course," said Hugh. "Why do you look at me that funny way, Marcelline?"
'What a pity you can't speak, for if you could I might send a message by you to those pretty young ladies; and though I walked slowly backwards and forwards on the balcony, and bowed most politely each time I passed her, yet she did not seem to understand." "Why didn't you speak?" interrupted Jeanne. "You can speak quite well to Chéri and me. Had you not learned to speak at that time, Dudu?"
The time seemed so long to Belle-Etoile, and still no signs of her beloved Cheri, that she fell dangerously ill; and in the hopes of curing her, Petit-Soleil resolved to seek him. But he too was swallowed up by the rock and fell into the great hall. The first person he saw was Cheri, but he could not speak to him; and Prince Heureux, following soon after, met with the same fate as the other two.
"But, O Chéri, we can't!" cried Jeanne. "From where I am I can see that the water gets wider again a little farther on. And the rocks come quite sharp down to the side. There is nowhere we could clamber on to, and I dare say the water is very deep. There are lots of little streams trickling into it from the rocks, and the boat could go quite well if we could but get it a little farther."
She allowed some days to pass by without showing herself; and then once more made the Princess unhappy by saying that the dancing-water and the singing-apple were useless without the little green bird that tells everything. Cheri again set out, and after some trouble learnt that this bird was to be found on the top of a frightful rock, in a frozen climate.
"We should have to live in the water, and eat nasty little worms and flies, I suppose," said Hugh gravely. "And that sort of thick green stuff that grows at the top of dirty ponds; fancy having that for soup," said Jeanne pathetically. "O Chéri, we must indeed be very polite to Dudu, and take great pains not to offend him; and if he comes to you in the night, you must be sure to call me at once."
"O Jeanne," he said, "it is very unkind to say that," and he turned away quite chilled and perplexed. Jeanne ran after him and threw her arms round his neck. "Chéri, Chéri," she said, "I didn't mean to vex you, but I don't understand." Hugh looked into her dark eyes with his earnest blue ones.
"Oh no, I remember, it was 'chéri. I cannot say your name I have tried all these days. I cannot say it better than 'Ee-ou, which is not pretty." She screwed her rosy little mouth into the funniest shape as she tried to manage "Hugh." Hugh could hardly help laughing. "Never mind," he said. "I like 'chéri' ever so much better.
"It is a nice distinction would you like me better if I were a lover?" "We have before spoken of this, Mon ami If you were a lover that is, if you loved you would be dangerous even with your one leg and your one eye a woman could be foolish for you. There is that air of Grand seigneur that air of mocking of Mon Dieu! Something which I can't find my word for Thou art rudement chic cheri!"
Once she spoke in mixed French and Breton: "Is the stranger English, Monsieur Jacques, mon chéri?" "I do not doubt it, Marie-Josephine. Do you?" "Why dost thou believe him to be English?" "He has the tricks of speech. Also his accent is of an English university. There is no mistaking it." "Are not young Huns sometimes instructed in the universities of England?" "Yes.... But "
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