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I took Claribel in my arms. "Vos passeports," they demanded. "Here are our American passports," said Hermione: "we are Americans." "Yes, Americans, republicans!" cried Mrs. Leare: "we fraternize with all republicans in France." "Aristos," said a man between his teeth, glancing at her dress and at that of Hermione. "What does he say?" cried Mrs. Leare, who did not catch the word.
I was so amused by her, so fascinated, so completely at my ease with her, that I could have stayed on without taking note of time had not Amy remembered that it was our dinner-hour. We took our leave, and met Mrs. Leare on the staircase ascending to her apartment.
It was not what could be called a lovers' walk, tramping in the dark through mud and water, on a French country road, at a cart's tail, and hardly a word was exchanged between us; yet had it not been for fears about her safety it would have been the most delightful expedition I had ever known. From time to time Mrs. Leare and the old nurse in the cart complained of their bones.
Farquhar, your escort would be enough for us, and the fact that Amy is your sister would give a sort of double security to your protection." "Oh, dear Miss Leare " began Amy. "Hermie, Amy Hermione, which is English and American for Tasso's Erminia. Do you like my name, Mr. Farquhar? We have strange names in America, English people are pleased to say.
Hermione's tender devotion to her mother, the old servant and the child was beautiful to witness. Now that Mrs. Leare was helpless on her daughter's hands, they seemed to have found their natural relations. Hermione said few words to me, but a glance now and then thanked me for being with them. The train started.
Leare and Miss Hermione carte blanche to spend it on any follies they please. I never heard anything exactly wrong concerning Mrs. Leare, but she does not seem to me the woman to be trusted with that very nice young daughter. I feel great pity for Miss Leare."
"We are going right straight home," she said, "the moment we can get money to get away. I have written to Mr. Leare that he must find some means to send me some." "I am glad to hear you say this, madame," said my father. "My son has just made up his mind to go out to America and seek employment on one of your railways." Hermione looked up with a question in her eyes: so did her mother. "Why, Mr.
"The truth is, madame," whispered my father, who never could restrain his tongue from any kindly indiscretion, "the poor fellow is suffering too much from the attractions of Miss Leare. He has nothing but his profession, and I tell him he must not dare to address her in her father's absence." "My dear captain, what does that matter? And I believe Hermione would have him too," said her mother.
I wonder what he can be like? It seems to an Englishman so strange that a man should stay at home alone for years, and suffer his wife and family to travel all over the Continent without protection." Though my father, mother and sisters declined the Sunday invitation of Mrs. Leare, I went to her reception. The guests were nearly all Italians, Poles, Spaniards or Frenchmen.
"Come too," she said cordially: "Amy's brother surely need not be taboo. Shall we drive to the Bois?" "I was going to Monceaux," said Amy. "Would it be quite the thing for us to drive alone to the Bois?" "Oh-h-h!" said Miss Leare, prolonging her breath upon the vocative.
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