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Her sleeves were rolled up; her hair was tumbled about her brow, and her eyes were dancing with new merriment. "Please, gentlemen," said she, with a dainty courtesy, "and would you come out to dinner? You really should see what Madame Delchasse has done with her new sauce-pan." Blount and Eddring both arose; there was gravity in the gaze of either, though the heart of either might have leaped.
"Why, you know, just as a business precaution, I bought that house down there that Madame Delchasse used to own. It's sort of in the family now. Shut off that running down to New Orleans." "Well, how does Madame Delchasse like that?" asked Eddring. "Man," said Blount, earnestly, "there's some things that seem to be sort of settled by fate couldn't come out no other way.
"You billong to me," said Madame Delchasse, stoutly. "As to that h'idgit, no, never!" "But Mr. Eddring brought us safely through the forest," said Miss Lady, arguing now for him. "I don't know what became of Mr. Decherd, or why he left us, but we can't accuse Mr. Eddring of anything ungentlemanly after that time. But why was he so anxious to come? Why was Colonel Blount so anxious?
"You see," said he, turning toward Eddring, "that boy Jack of yours came down with the news of this uprising that I mentioned in my message. He brought along his woman; and I must say that though I don't much mind this " he pointed to his injured arm "if I have to eat that woman's cooking much longer, I'm going to die." Then it was that Clarisse Delchasse arose grandly to the occasion.
She can take common crawfish, like the niggers catch all around here and a shell off of a mussel, and out of them two things she makes what she calls a 'kokeeyon of eckriveese, and say, man! You bet your bottom dollar Madame Delchasse ain't going to get away from here.
Miss Lady's sudden desertion and flight to the ladies' cabin disconcerted him. The sound of Eddring's voice and that of madame filled him with dismay. He tried to compose himself, but found his nerves trembling. Hurrying to the bar, he sought aid in a glass of liquor. He knew there must be a reckoning. As he returned from the bar he met Madame Delchasse with Miss Lady, and was obliged to speak.
Finally, building anew the fire, and showing the two how they might best use their blankets to make themselves comfortable, Eddring withdrew for his vigil at the tree-trunk. Now and again he dozed, wearied by the strain and the physical exertion lately undergone. Madame Delchasse slept heavily.
As for Miss Lady, she dropped back into the life of the place as though she had been gone but for a day. Care and responsibility sat upon the brow of Madame Delchasse, but Miss Lady, not less useful in the household economy, went about her employment as if she had never been away. Of those who welcomed her back to the Big House there was none more thankful and adoring than the old bear-dog, Hec.
Yearning, he coveted the endurance of the picture, saying again and again to himself, "Would this might last for ever, even as it is!" Madame Delchasse meantime was adding support to her well-founded reputation as artist in matters culinary. When presently Eddring joined them at the fire, he was invited to a repast in which madame had done wonders.
'Bon! he cry, and so it is determine'. She dance always in the domino. It is most romantique, most a'mirab'. So this is now the religion of all the young men, mais, oui, this jeune fille, Mademoiselle Louise Loisson!" "And how does Madame Delchasse regard this public dancing by her jeune fille?" "Monsieur, she worship' Mademoiselle Louise.
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