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"She is equal to Madame Le Normand!" said Major Favraud, aside, nodding approvingly at me. "If one waits long enough, most prophecies may be fulfilled," I ventured; "but, madame, your words point to results too terrible too unnatural, it seems to me, ever to be realized in these enlightened times or in this land of moderation." "Child," she responded, "blood asserts itself to the end of races.
"Which still continues to flap over you shelteringly, madame," I rejoined, somewhat flippantly, I fear, "and will to the end, no doubt; for, in its very organization, our country can never be subjected to the fluctuations of other lands revolt and revolution." "Good snuff is not to be sneezed at," said Major Favraud.
"Let me stop here, Major Favraud, I counsel you," I interpolated, earnestly; but he only rejoined: "No, no! proceed, I entreat you! it is very beautiful very touching, too!"
I consider that the best privilege that attaches to my condition, that of the 'bell-wether' of Savannah ton the universally-accepted bore! You know Favraud has told you, of course; he always characterizes as he goes." "He has called you the most agreeable woman in Savannah, I remember, young or old, and was truly glad, on my account, to know that you were on board.
Around Miss Lamarque, the lady of whom Major Favraud had spoken so admiringly, and to whose kindness he had committed me, a group had gathered, chiefly of the young, not to be surpassed in any land for manly bearing, graceful feminine beauty, gayety, wit, and refinement.
It will be empty, I think, if I understand George Gaston's character, so long as Major Favraud is a wanderer on the face of the Continent of Europe, and held, for his especial benefit and return, in readiness. Vernon and his sweet wife Marion spent the first season of their happy married life under my lintel-tree, and are now our nearest neighbors in our new land of sojourn.
These were relatives of Colonel La Vigne, whose son Walter was the residuary legatee of Bellevue, with but one imbecile life, after that of Madame Favraud, between him and enormous wealth. Great intimacy existed between the families, although from circumstances nameless here the ladies seldom met, and never at Bellevue. Major Favraud was a constant visitor at Beauseincourt, when on his estates.
Pausing at the door of a large, square room, from which voices proceeded, she invited us with a singularly graceful though formal courtesy to enter, smiling and pointing forward silently as she did so, and then, like Major Favraud, she turned and abandoned us at the door-sill, on which we stood riveted for a moment by the sound of a vibrant and eager voice speaking some never-to-be-forgotten words.
Dunmore, the youthful poet of whom I have already spoken, stood before me. "I have found you at last," he said, "deputed as I am to do so by Miss Lamarque. It is a point of honor with her to care for you personally in this crisis. You know Major Favraud placed you under her care; besides that, her regard for you impels this request. She bids me say " I interrupted him hastily.
"You are going to hear her talk now," whispered Favraud; "that is a sign equal to General Finistere's the snuffbox tapping, I mean. The oracle is beginning to arouse! Come! let me stir her further!" and he inclined his head before her. "I'll tell you what, madame, you must take a little cognac to keep off the chills of age.
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