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"No," said the unruffled speaker, "I chust said I vill come; yes; to show her a new vay to remoof, remoof? is sat English? So? A new vay to remoof old stains." "A new way " responded Fontenette, with an air of gravest interest in all matters of laundry. "Yes," she repeated, as simply as a babe, "a new vay; and I sought I come now so to go home viss mine hussbandt."
She broke a silence with a suppressed exclamation of pain, while for the eyes of possible observers I imitated her in a nonchalant pose. "You wouldn't despise me if you knew the half I've suffered or how I've striv " I interrupted again. "O Mrs. Fontenette, any true gentleman at thirty- five knows it all himself.
The more I strove to change the subject the more our fat wag, fancying he was teasing me to the delight of the others, harped on the one string, until with pure apprehension of what Fontenette might presently do or say, my blood ran hot and cold. But Monsieur showed neither amusement nor annoyance, only a perfectly gracious endurance.
Coom! you shall see someding." "A moment," said the Creole. "May I inquire you how is that, that you call on us in yo' sock feet?" "Ach! I am already t'e socks putting on pefore I remember I do not need t'em! But coom! coom! see a vonderfool!" He led, and Fontenette, when he had blown a cloud of smoke through his nose, followed, saying exclusively for his own ear: "A wonder fool, yes!
Since then we have learned to count it one of our dearest rights to get "put out" at Senda's outrageous reasonableness, but she doesn't fret, for "sare is neveh any sundeh viss se lightening." The issue of this first contest was decided the next day by Fontenette, still on his bed of convalescence. "Can I raise enough money in yo' office to go at France?"
We lifted hands to clap and opened mouths to hurrah, but she raised a warning hand. "No, vait if you pleass. "Se secondt of sose two or sree sings it is sat he Monsieur Fontenette hass ask me " Our hearts rose slowly into our throats "Ze vun qvestion to vich sare can be only se vun answeh." At this we gulped our breath like schoolgirls and glowed.
I thought it a bad sign for the future, and the words that followed seemed to me worse. "Isn't it my duty," she asked and her eyes betrayed unconsciously the desperateness of her desire "to explain to him myself?" I answered with a question. "Would that be in the line of retracement, Mrs. Fontenette?" "It would!" she responded, with solemn eagerness. "O it would be! It shall be! I promise you!"
Somebody forgot. As I sat by Fontenette with ears alert for Senda's coming and was wondering at the unbroken silence, he opened his eyes on me and smiled. "Ah!" he softly said, "thad was a pleasan' dream!" "A pleasant dream, was it?" "Yes; I was having the dream thad my wife she was showing me those rose- bushes; an' every rose-bush it had roses, an' every rose it was perfect."
The Baron muttered something in German, and Fontenette shut his mouth tight and straightened up in approbation. At the close of the service we were not out of the pew before our escort was introducing Senda to his friends in front and behind as busily and elaborately as if that was what we had come for. Twice and again she cast so anxious an eye upon her husband from whom Mrs.
"No," she replied, putting on a drowsy tone, "I don't know; and I sink you don't know eeser." "I reckon I do," he insisted. "We're all made of inflammable stuff. Any man knows that. We couldn't, any of us, pull through life decently if we didn't let each other be each other's keeper; could we, Fontenette?" No sound from Fontenette.
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