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Now that they were licensed, Jim and Kedzie, being non-residents of New Jersey, must wait twenty-four hours before they could be married. They motored back to New York and went to the theater to kill the evening. The next afternoon Jim called for Kedzie, and they motored again to Jolicoeur for the ceremony. Mr. and Mrs. Thropp went along as witnesses and to make sure.
Still more closely to the point, Madame Jolicoeur incident to finding entomologic specimens misplaced in her breakfast-rolls had taken the leading part in an interchange of incivilities with the bakery's proprietor, and had withdrawn from it her custom.
His eyes wandered to the raft where the men were singing, and he remembered the threat made: that if he came again to the Cote Dorion he "would get what for!" He remembered the warning of Rouge Gosselin conveyed by Jolicoeur, and a sinister smile crossed over his face.
In the dominant front of his head, however, were thoughts of a more agreeable sort: of how he would find Madame Jolicoeur all torn and rent by the bitter sorrow of her bereavement; of how he would pour into her harried heart a flood of sympathy by which that injured organ would be soothed and mollified; of how she would be lured along gently to requite his tender condolence with a softening gratitude that presently would merge easily into the yet softer phrase of love!
Certainly, the Major Gontard had a bold way with him. But that it had its attractions, not to say its compellings, Madame Jolicoeur could not honestly deny. On the part of the Notary whose disposition, fostered by his profession, was toward subtlety rather than toward boldness Madame Jolicoeur's declaration of cat rights was received with no such belligerent blare of trumpets and beat of drums.
His regnant desires, by which his worthy little life was governed, were to love and to please. He was the most cuddlesome cat, Madame Jolicoeur unhesitatingly asserted, that ever had lived; and he had a purr softly thunderous and winningly affectionate that was in keeping with his cuddlesome ways.
"I don't drink, thank you." "It'd do you good. You're dead beat. You've been travelling hard eh?" "I've come a long way, and travelled all night." "Going on?" "I am going back to-morrow." "On business?" Charley nodded he glanced involuntarily at the sign across the street. Jean Jolicoeur saw the look. "Lawyer's business, p'r'aps?" "A lawyer's business yes." "Ah, if Charley Steele was here!"
"If he go to Charlemagne's hotel, and talk some more too mooch to dat Suzon Charlemagne, he will lose dat glass out of his eye," interrupted Rouge Gosselin. "Who say he been at dat place?" said Jean Jolicoeur. "He bin dere four times las' month, and dat Suzon Charlemagne talk'bout him ever since.
Naturally, his great trick, while unexhibited, repeatedly had been referred to. Blushing delightfully, Madame Jolicoeur had told about the night-cap that was a necessary part of it; and had promised blushing still more delightfully that at some time, in the very remote future, the Major should see it performed.
To make that assertion specifically of Madame Jolicoeur, and specifically of all cities in the world! of Marseille, would be to strain credulity fairly to the breaking point.
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