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I am Master Pothier dit Robin, the poor travelling notary, at your Honor's service, ready to draw you a bond, frame an acte of convention matrimoniale, or write your last will and testament, with any notary in New France. I can, moreover, guide your Honor to Beaumanoir as easy as drink your health in a cup of Cognac."
"I have left a blank space for his honor's signature," continued Master Simon, when he had read the modest document. "What do you think of it, Katy?" "It is very fine. What a great scholar you must be! I should think you'd write a book." "Perhaps I may one of these days." "I will go right up to the mayor's house now," said Katy, as she bade him good afternoon.
Jimsy King, who was lolling on the couch, sat up, his eyes kindling. "Gee...." he breathed. Honor's cheeks were scarlet and she was breathing hard and fast. Only the new boy was unmoved, his pale face still pale, his shadowed eyes calm. Stephen Lorimer kept that picture of them always in his heart; it was, he came to think, symbol and prophecy.
It was Jean d'Alberg who saw it all, and feasted maliciously on the "sour grapes" looks and words of Honor's less fortunate acquaintances. Honor had hoped that Vivian Standish would not join them that evening, for she amused herself as well with a great many others, and even found him uninteresting at times, but Aunt Jean would not support her at all here.
Desmond noted the fact, not without an occasional spark of annoyance. For all his magnanimity, the man was masculine to the core; hot-blooded, and still very much a lover at heart. But pride and a boundless trust in the woman he had won had withheld him as yet from serious comment. Lenox dined with them on the night of the dance; and came armed with programmes, at Honor's request.
't were a grand day for us, a grand day for our Nelson, and a grand day for England that twenty-first o' October though 't were that day as they French and Spanishers done for the poor old 'Bully-Sawyer, Seventy-four, and his honor's arm and my leg, d' ye see.
After a time, however, Purdie would present himself at the door of the parlor, and observe, "I ha' been thinking over the matter, and upon the whole, I think I'll take your honor's advice." Scott laughed heartily when this anecdote was told of him. "It was with him and Tom," he said, "as it was with an old laird and a pet servant, whom he had indulged until he was positive beyond all endurance."
"The fight you made and won alone in the mountains the day that you renounced our love for honor's sake. I can see now that the stand you took and maintained so nobly formed the turning-point in both our lives. I did not look at it then as you did.
She thrust her last loaf upon me, and sighed that it was not baked that morning for my "honor's service." A little farther on, two kindly Quaker ladies compelled me to step in. "What could they do?" they asked eagerly. "They had no meat in the house; but could we eat eggs? They had in the house a dozen and a half, new-laid."
And I'll risk my reputation on your death being no less in the ordinary course of nature than his honor's, and very likely for he looks like a diabetes patient not so soon." These anticipations often prove well grounded. No one in the court room, therefore, is often more cheerful and confident than is the prisoner doomed to the noose or the chair.
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