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Updated: May 27, 2025
The first day M. d'Arnelles fired at the birds with his habitual zeal; but when the party returned toward ten o'clock, beneath a brilliant sun, which cast great triangles of light on the white cliffs along the coast he appeared a little worried, and absentminded, contrary to his accustomed manner.
As soon as they got on shore a kind of servant dressed in black came up to him and said something in a low tone. He seemed to reflect, hesitate, and then replied: "No, to-morrow." The following day they set out again. This time M, d'Arnelles frequently missed his aim, although the birds were close by.
M. d'Arnelles ordered his carriage, and the man was leaving the room when the three sportsmen interfered, insisting, begging, and praying their friend to stay. One of them at last said: "Come now, this cannot be a matter of such importance, for you have already waited two days."
Then one of the sportsmen, bolder than the rest said: "Well, but since he is dead it seems to me that he can wait a day longer." The others chimed in: "That cannot be denied." M. d'Arnelles appeared to be relieved of a great weight, but a little uneasy, nevertheless, he asked: "But, frankly do you think "
M. d'Arnelles ordered his carriage, and the man was leaving the room when the three sportsmen interfered, insisting, begging, and praying their friend to stay. One of them at last said: "Come now, this cannot be a matter of such importance, for you have already waited two days."
Why why he is in the coach house. He is dead." They were all silent in amazement. M. d'Arnelles continued, more and more disturbed: "I had the misfortune to lose him; and as I was taking the body to my house, in Briseville, I came round this way so as not to miss our appointment. But you can see that I cannot wait any longer."
The first day M. d'Arnelles fired at the birds with his habitual zeal; but when the party returned toward ten o'clock, beneath a brilliant sun, which cast great triangles of light on the white cliffs along the coast he appeared a little worried, and absentminded, contrary to his accustomed manner.
Then one of the sportsmen, bolder than the rest said: "Well, but since he is dead it seems to me that he can wait a day longer." The others chimed in: "That cannot be denied." M. d'Arnelles appeared to be relieved of a great weight, but a little uneasy, nevertheless, he asked: "But, frankly do you think "
Why why he is in the coach house. He is dead." They were all silent in amazement. M. d'Arnelles continued, more and more disturbed: "I had the misfortune to lose him; and as I was taking the body to my house, in Briseville, I came round this way so as not to miss our appointment. But you can see that I cannot wait any longer."
One knew them formerly when they were young; now they are old, but constant to the regular appointment which they have kept for thirty or forty years. They would not miss it for anything in the world. It was an April evening in one of the later years. Three of the old sportsmen had arrived; one was missing M. d'Arnelles. He had written to no one, given no account of himself.
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