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Florette wished to tell him that the Eletto was her son, but the latter begged her to wait till his power was more firmly established, and how could she refuse her darling anything? She had grieved deeply, very deeply, but this mood soon passed away, and now she could be happy in Ulrich's society, and forget sorrow and heartache. What joy it was to have him back, to be loved by him!
"You tell Florette I gotta leave this place," he concluded firmly. "Bert, now you tell Florette. Will you, Bert? Huh?" "Freddy I Freddy, lissen now. I got somethin' to tell you." "What?" "I I come on to tell you, Freddy. Tha's why I come out to tell you, see?" "Well, spit it out," Freddy laughed. Bert groaned. "Whassa matter, Bert? What's eatin' you?" "I I Say, Freddy, lissen lissen, now, Freddy.
"You don't mean they'll take you like they took the people from Belgium, do you?" he asked. "Ziss is worse zan Belgium," Florette sobbed. "Zere ze people can escape to England." "Where would they send you?" Tom asked. "Maybe far north into Prussia. Maybe still in Alsace. All ze familees zey will separate so zey shall meex wiz ze Zhermans." Florette suddenly grasped his hand. "I am glad I see you.
"Come on, Freddy," Florette broke in quickly. "It's a katzenjammer. He ain't got over last night yet." She seized Freddy's hand and walked rapidly toward the door. Howard lurched after her, followed by the interested stares of the spectators. On the street he caught up with her and the quarrel recommenced. The act went badly that afternoon. It must be hard to frolic in midair with a heavy heart.
Ulrich now saw the fulfilment of Don Juan's words, that power was an arable field; for there were many full ears in Aalst for them both to harvest. Florette still nursed, with maternal care, the soldier's orphan which she had taken to her son's house; the child, born on a bed of straw was now clothed in dainty linen, laces and other beautiful finery.
But now they were fagged and the tempting invitation to remain at the hovel had been too strong for Archer. Moreover, this new scheme of Tom's to divert their course in a hazardous quest for Florette Leteur was not at all to his liking. But mostly he was tired and everything looks worse when one is tired. "We're not going to keep on hiking it tonight, are we?" he demanded.
The musicians were going to the fair at Nordlingen, and the smith enjoyed himself so well with them, that he remained several days after reaching the goal of the journey. When he at last went away Florette wept, but he walked straight on until noon, without looking back.
That very evening Florette became his betrothed bride, and the following Tuesday his wife. The wedding was celebrated in the midst of the turmoil of the fair. Strolling players, jugglers and buffoons were the witnesses, and there was no lack of music and tinsel.
"I don' wan' one," repeated Freddy. "You ought to be glad to get a papa!" cried Florette. "Why?" "Makes you respectable." "What's that?" "Who'd believe I was a widow in this profession?" Freddy still looked blank. "Well," said Florette, "you're goin' to get a nice papa, so there now!" Then the cruel truth dawned on Freddy. It was Florette who wanted a papa. He had not been enough for her.
In some way Florette had found him lacking. Tactfully, Freddy dropped the subject of papas, wooed Florette, and tried to atone for his shortcomings. He redoubled his compliments, trotted out all the love words he knew, coaxed Florette with everything she liked best in him. He even offered to have his nails filed.
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