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Daniver's voice as she put out her head at the edge of the tarpaulin. "I thought you said all the ninety-three was gone," said she with some interest, as it appeared to me. "No, we only had the last bottle of that case at luncheon, Mrs. Daniver," said I. "There are yet other cases out yonder." "It's a bad night for neuralgia," said she complainingly. "It is, madam.
Daniver, to my surprise, openly rebelled at leaving these flesh-pots, where canvasback and terrapin might be had by shaking the bushes, and where the supply of ninety-three seemed, after all, not exhausted. Of course, my men had nothing to say about it, but when it came to my partners and associates, Lafitte and L'Olonnois, there was open mutiny.
It was at Natchez that you and those ruffianly boys ran off with Mr. Davidson's boat!" "That's all, your Honor," I remarked. "Take the witness, Mr. Davidson!" "But what right you have to cross-question me, I don't know!" commented Mrs. Daniver, addressing a passing sea-gull, and pulling down the corners of her mouth most forbiddingly.
I thought it just as well to come and tell you to prepare for the worst." "The worst what do you mean?" She now advanced three steps upward, so that her shoulders were above the cabin door. Almost mechanically she took my hand. "The worst just now is nothing worse than an orange with ice, my dear Mrs. Daniver. And I only wanted you to come out on deck with Miss Emory and see how blue the sea is."
"Sir," demanded Aunt Lucinda, also suddenly, "how long is this to last?" "You mean the orange-dish, Mrs. Daniver?" I queried politely. "As long as you like. I also am a good provider, although to no credit, as it seems." "You know I do not mean the oranges, sir. I mean this whole foolish business. You are putting yourself liable to the law."
Daniver," said I, "for I have here in the cooler a bottle of ninety-three. I had an inspiration. I knew you would come, for nothing in the world could have pleased me so much." I was looking at Helena, whose eyes were cast down.
"And is that success to have money, and then more money and to go on, piling up more money to have more summer places, and more yachts like this, and more city houses, and more money, money, money yes, yes, that's American, but is it all, is it right, is it the real ambition for a man! And does that bring a woman happiness?" "What would you do if you had your money back?" asked Mrs. Daniver.
I can by no means reproduce the awfulness of her "r's." "Yes, madam?" I replied mildly, holding my nose, which had been smitten by the door. She made no answer, but stood, a basilisk in mien. "I just came, my dear Mrs. Daniver," I began, "to ask you " "And time you did, sir-r-r-r! I was just coming to ask you " "And time you did, my dear Mrs. Daniver I have missed you so much, these several days.
"That is why we all are here. It is because of this madness called love. Ah, Mrs. Daniver, if you only knew! If I could make you know! But surely you do know, you, too, have loved. Come, may you not love a lover, even one like myself? I'll be good to Helena. Believe me, she is my one sacred charge in life. I love her. Not worthy of her, no but I love her." "That's too late."
Richard Barrière to-morrow?" I inquired of the lighthouse keeper. "Oui, oui, certain', assurement, wit' plaisir, Monsieur," he replied. So I handed him the little packet. It chanced that my eye caught sight of one of the two letters Mrs. Daniver had handed me. The address was not in Mrs. Daniver's handwriting, but one that I knew very well.
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