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Frequently, especially of a Sunday, we had company, and our guests were always charmed with Euphemia's cunning little meals. The dear girl loved good eating so much that she could scarcely fail to be a good cook. We worked hard, and were very happy. And thus the weeks passed on. In this delightful way of living, only one thing troubled us. We didn't save any money.
But he had obtained information on his return to Paris which exalted the uses of humility. Euphemia's fortune, wonderful to say, was greater than its fame, and in view of such a prize, even a member of his family could afford to take a snubbing. The young man's tact, his deference, his urbane insistence, won a concession from Mrs. Cleve.
It was quite evident that Euphemia had been looking forward for some time to the novel experience of taking her coffee in bed. But the gray-haired old gentleman who acted as our chambermaid never hinted that he supposed we wanted anything of the kind. Nothing, however, excited Euphemia's indignation so much as the practice of giving a pourboire to cabmen and others.
But had I been so happy as to have preceded you, the message and present with which I was honored would have been faithfully delivered, and I hope your ladyship will permit me to do it now," said he, rising, and taking Euphemia's rose from his button, as he approached the countess; "Miss Euphemia Dundas had done me the honor to make me the bearer of sweets to the sweet; and thus I surrender my trust."
Constantine, with two bailiffs behind him, walking down Fleet Street! And, besides, I verily believe he said he had irons on." "No, no!" ejaculated Mary, with a cry of terror, at this ad libitum of Euphemia's; "what can he have done?" "Bless me!" returned Euphemia, staring at her pale face; "why, what frightens you so? Does not everybody run in debt, without minding it?"
Still, I pressed on, and went nearly half around the island, finding, however, not a single pelican. Soon I heard Euphemia's voice, calling loud. She seemed to be about the centre of the island, and I ran toward her. "I've got one!" I heard her cry, before I came in sight of her. She was sitting at the root of a crooked, dead tree.
Three days after Euphemia's arrival Richard de Mauves, coming down from Paris to pay his respects to his grandmother, treated our heroine to her first encounter with a gentilhomme in the flesh. On appearing he kissed his grandmother's hand with a smile which caused her to draw it away with dignity, and set Euphemia, who was standing by, to ask herself what could have happened between them.
It was so charmingly proportioned, so balanced, and so well clothed, that Euphemia's instinctive propriety was at once alarmed; such figures, she knew, by intuition rather than experience, were rarely connected with virtue certainly never in her mind, for her own back was somewhat difficult to fit. Her suspicions were fortunately confirmed.
He was never quite sure if her acceptance of it was real; he was never entirely free from a certain jealousy that always mingled with his pride in her superior rectitude; and yet his feeling was distinct from the good-natured contempt he had for his wife's loyalty, the anger and suspicion that his son's opposition had provoked, and the half-affectionate toleration he had felt for Euphemia's waywardness.
And with a prolonged sound, not quite a sniff and not quite a snort, he trod on Euphemia's toe, and went out, leaving a sensation and a faint scent of barley-sugar behind him. The effect of something said with conviction by one who has evidently made a sacrifice to say it is ever considerable.
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