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You will do well not to give him any opportunities of meeting with her alone. I will wait to hear from you when you have thought the matter over at your leisure. In the mean time, if I have inadvertently offended you, I ask your pardon and I wish you good-evening." She bowed, and walked to the door.
"Good-evening, monsieur," said he, in a harsh voice, but whose sound appeared to Du Bouchage sweeter than the song of birds. Henri joined his hands and trembled so that the servant put out a hand to save him from falling, with a visible expression of respectful pity. "Come, monsieur," said he, "here I am: explain to me, I beg, what you want."
Her gaze, passing between the lines of his guests, sought the Collector. It was fearless, but held a hint of expectancy. Perhaps she waited for him to leave his place and come forward to receive her. But he made no motion to do this; not being, in fact, sufficient master of his legs. "Good-evening, my lord!" She swept him a curtsy. "You sent for me?"
"Good-evening, captain," he said, and even then, in sore distress of mind as he was, he looked about at the company for admiration for this proof of his intimacy with such a man. "Good-evening," Carroll said, mechanically, and he shook hands. Anna Carroll also said "Good-evening," and smiled automatically. "A fine evening," said Lee, but he got no rejoinder to that.
"She is sleeping like a log," he said; "we must leave her here. Schwan will take care of her." In the meantime Bobichel had tied the bedclothes, opened the window, and fastened the clothes to the window hinges. He then whispered jovially: "Good-evening, ladies and gentlemen," and let himself slide down the improvised rope. Caillette followed the clown, then came Girdel, and finally Fanfaro.
I met him in the hall at the foot of the stairs, and put a witless cheeriness into the voice I bade him good-evening with, while I gave him my hand and led the way into the parlor. The twenty-four hours that had elapsed since I saw him there before had estranged him in a way that I find it rather hard to describe.
The postmaster, who also kept a general variety store, chanced to be alone. "Good-evening, Mr. Jennings," he said, pleasantly. "What can I do for you?" "I want a little information, Mr. Sweetland, though it is doubtful if you can give it." Mr. Sweetland assumed the attitude of attention.
He's brought something for the farm, or he wouldn't come this way.... Good-evening to you, John Barlow!... What three letters! And one of them for the old 'oman.... So 'tis! 'tis a letter from my little man Davy, bless his heart!" "One fower th' ma'aster," said Mr. Barlow's strong rustic accent. "One fower th' mistress. And one fower the granny.
He glanced up from the cards which lay before him to the two men who had sent them in, and silently pointed them to chairs near his own. "Good-evening, sir," said Easleby, with a polite bow. "Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Castlemayne, but you see our business from our cards, and we've called, sir, to ask if you can give us a bit of much-wanted information.
"Well, depend upon it, I'll behave very liberally." "How much, I ask?" "We'll see to that afterwards; something handsome, depend upon it." "That won't do. Wish you good-evening, sir. Many thanks for the scheedam capital stuff!" and the man rose from his chair.
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