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Ritchie bought the miniature from that most estimable of my relations, Monsieur Auguste de St. Gre." The Baron sat down and began to fan himself. He even grew a little purple. He looked at Madame, sputtered, and I began to think that, if he didn't relieve himself, his head might blow off.
Gre herself appeared on the gallery, followed by Nick, who came down the steps with a careless self-confidence to greet the master. Indeed, a stranger might have thought that Mr. Temple was the host, and I saw Antoinette watching him furtively with a gleam of amusement in her eyes. "I am delighted to see you at last, Monsieur," said my cousin.
It was now our ship's turn, and Stimson and I, desirous to get away, stepped up to call for glasses; but we soon found that we must go in order, the oldest first, for the old sailors did not choose to be preceded by a couple of youngsters; and bon gre, mal gre, we had to wait our turn, with the twofold apprehension of being too late for our horses, and of getting too much; for drink you must, every time; and if you drink with one, and not with another, it is always taken as an insult.
The candles threw their light across his shoulder on the face of the elder Monsieur de St. Gre. Auguste was a replica of his father, with the features minimized to regularity and the brow narrowed. The complexion of the one was a clear saffron, while the boy's skin was mottled, and he was not twenty. "What is the matter?" said Monsieur de St. Gre.
It was a still night, I remember, of great beauty, with a wisp of a moon hanging over the forest line, the air heavy with odors and vibrant with a thousand insect tones. "And what you do, Davy?" he said at length. "I must find my cousin and St. Gre before they have a chance to get into much mischief," I answered.
"But you did hear me," I said, full of apprehensions. "Some of it," said he. "You were after Wilkinson once, in a burrow, I believe, and you swore dreadfully because he got out of the other end. I can't remember all the things you said. Oh, yes, once you were talking to Auguste de St. Gre about money." "Money?" I repeated in a sinking voice. "Oh, a lot of jargon."
"I had a quick tongue," she said, as though to cover my confusion. "I have it yet. In those days misfortune had not curbed it. I had not learned to be charitable. When I was a child I used to ride with my father to the hunts at St. Gre, and I was too ready to pick out the weaknesses of his guests. If one of the company had a trick or a mannerism, I never failed to catch it.
Yes, I tell him. You tell the Citizen General how come you Jacobin now, and we see if he mek you Captain." A murmur of surprise escaped from several of the company, and they all stared at the Sieur de St. Gre. But General Clark brought down his fist on the table with something of his old-time vigor, and the glasses rattled.
"But you did hear me," I said, full of apprehensions. "Some of it," said he. "You were after Wilkinson once, in a burrow, I believe, and you swore dreadfully because he got out of the other end. I can't remember all the things you said. Oh, yes, once you were talking to Auguste de St. Gre about money." "Money?" I repeated in a sinking voice. "Oh, a lot of jargon."
And while I stood debating, Nick regarding me with a puzzled expression, Monsieur de St. Gre appeared on the gallery. "Come, gentlemen," he cried; "dinner awaits us." The dining room at Les Iles was at the corner of the house, and its windows looked out on the gallery, which was shaded at that place by dense foliage.
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