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"Bo' jou' an' bon voyage. Gare a vous on de Longue Rapide. You mak' de portage hon dat rapide, n'est ce pas?" "No, sir. No portage for me, Duprez. I'll run her." "Prenez garde, M'sieu le Docteur," answered Duprez, shrugging his shoulders. "Maudit! Dat's ver' fas' water!" "Don't worry about me," cried the doctor. "Just watch me take this little riffle."
Dyceworthy," said Macfarlane in his slow, deliberate manner, "that ye have before ye a young Frenchman who doesna believe in onything except himsel' and even as to whether he himsel' is a mon or a myth, he has his doots vera grave doots." Duprez nodded delightedly. "That is so!" he exclaimed. "Our dear Sandy puts it so charmingly! To be a myth seems original, to be a mere man, quite ordinary.
Errington looked meditative. "Nothing at present We'll go fishing with the others. But, I tell you what, if you're up to it, we'll leave Duprez and Macfarlane at the minister's house this evening and tell them to wait for us there, once they all begin to chatter they never know how time goes. Meanwhile you and I will take the boat and row over in search of this farmer's abode.
Errington and Lorimer leaned on the deck-rails, waving their hats and watching them disappear over the gleaming water, till the very last glimpse of Thelma's crimson hood had vanished, and then they turned to rejoin their companions, who were strolling up and down smoking. "Belle comme un ange!" said Duprez briefly. "In short, I doubt if the angels are so good-looking!"
Duprez composed many songs and romances, chamber-music, two masses, and eight operas, and was the author of a highly esteemed musical method, which is still used at the Conservatoire, where he was a professor of singing. Another name linked with not a few of Mme.
One must be a fly to crawl up it, and we, we are not flies ma foi! no! Lorimer, he laugh, he yawn so! He say, 'not for me to-day; I very much thank you! And then, we watch the sun. Ah! that was grand, glorious, beautiful!" And Duprez kissed the tips of his fingers in ecstacy. "What did you think about it, Sandy?" asked Sir Philip. "I didna think much," responded Macfarlane, shortly.
But his face was pale, and his eyes blazed dangerously. Almost unconsciously his hand toyed with the rose Thelma had given him, that still ornamented his button-hole. "Mon Dieu!" cried Duprez in amazement. "But look not at me like that! It seems to displease you, to put you en fureur, what I say! It is not my story, it is not I, I know not Mademoiselle Gueldmar.
The house was profoundly silent; the first wandering chords of a harp were heard behind the scenes; and Duprez began. In the very midst of one of his finest and tenderest sostenuto passages, Josephine sneezed and such a sneeze! you might have heard it out in the lobbies. An audible titter ran round the house.
"Good old boy, Ben. Good-bye, lad." He stepped into the canoe and pushed her off into the eddy just above the falls by which the Big Horn plunged into the Goat. "Bo' voyage, M'sieu le Docteur!" sang out Duprez. "You cache hup de preechere. He pass on de riviere las' night." "What? Who?" "De preechere, Boyle. He's pass on wid canoe las' night. He's camp on de Beeg Fall, s'pose."
"You come ver' close on de fall, mon gar'!" cried Duprez, as the doctor paddled slowly up the edge past him. "You bes' pass on de portage. Not many mans go hup on de rapids comme ca." "All right, Duprez. I hit her too hard, that's all." Once more the doctor moved toward the riffle. He had done the thing before and he was not to be beaten now.
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