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Girdel turned now to Fanfaro, and gayly cried: "To work, my son; we must dazzle the inhabitants of Sainte-Ame! Cousin Schwan, have we got permission to give our performance? You are the acting mayor." "I am," replied Schwan; "hand in your petition; here is some stamped paper." "Fanfaro, write what is necessary," ordered Girdel; "you know I'm not much in that line."
Can I invite you now to join us in a glass of wine?" Girdel protested more politely than earnestly; Schwan brought a bottle and glasses, and the giant sat down by the strangers. While this was going on, the first comer appeared to be deeply immersed in the paper, though he had not lost a word of the conversation, and as Firejaws took a seat near the strangers, he began again to laugh mockingly.
"Here, Papa Firejaws," came cheerfully from the interior of the wagon, and at the same moment a dark head appeared in sight above a large box. The head was followed by a beautifully formed body, and placing his hand lightly on the edge of the wagon, Fanfaro swung gracefully to the ground. "Madcap, can't you stop turning?" scolded Girdel, laughingly; "go into the house and get your breakfast!"
"I am going to sleep now," said Rolla, "and when I wake up Fanfaro and Girdel will have been taken care of." Leaning back heavily in the chair, the woman closed her eyes. Caillette waited until loud snoring told her Rolla was fast asleep, and then she silently slipped out of the room, locked it from the outside, and tremblingly hurried to wake her father.
"Oh, I am not tired," said the clown, yawning in spite of himself. "I will not go to bed after I have found you again." "You must do so, Bobichel," said Fanfaro, earnestly. "You are still weak and must husband your strength. Go calmly to bed. Girdel and I have still a great deal to consider, and we are both glad that we need not camp in the street."
When Girdel and Irene reached the room, the latter sank, sobbing, upon a chair, and "the brave athlete" tried his best to console her. "It will be all right," he assured her; "Fanfaro has swallowed a strong narcotic which makes him appear as if dead. To-morrow he will be buried; we shall dig him up again, and then bring him away as soon as possible."
"His foster-father Girdel." "Why does he not come personally?" "I do not know. I have something to give you." "What is it?" "Here it is," said Bobichel, pulling a small package out of his pocket and handing it to Irene. The young countess hastily unfolded the package.
"Well then, Monsieur Fanfaro," began Irene, with a mocking laugh, "why do you refuse to lend your master a helping hand?" "His master?" replied Girdel, with flaming eyes; "excuse me, mademoiselle, but you have been incorrectly informed." "Come, Papa Girdel," laughed Fanfaro, "I will tell the young lady my reasons, and I think you will approve of them.
Come, I am hungry." Firejaws looked at his wife in amazement. Her face, which had been purple with anger, was now overspread by a broad grin, and shrugging his shoulders, Girdel walked toward the house. Fanfaro followed, and Robeckal and Rolla remained alone. "We must make an end of it, Rolla," grumbled Robeckal. "I am satisfied. The sooner the better!" "Good. I shall do it to-night.
When Robeckal and Rolla, after listening nearly two hours, slipped downstairs they had heard all that Girdel and the two gentlemen had said. They knew Fanfaro had been deputed to take important papers to Paris and give them to a certain person who had been designated; Girdel had guaranteed that Fanfaro would fill the mission promptly.
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