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Well, there stood mam'zelle, pale and trembling, with the tears ready to fall in her eyes; just such a soft, poor, tender soul as my little wife used to be. You remember my little wife, Dr. Martin?" I only nodded as he looked at me. "Just such another," he went on; "only this one was a lady, and less able to take care of herself.
I could not distinctly made out who he was, or where I was, but I tried to speak loudly enough for him to hear me thank him. I was very thankful when the first gleam of daylight shone into my room. It seemed to bring clearness to my brain. "Mam'zelle," said Tardif, coming to my side very early in his fisherman's dress, "I am going to fetch a doctor." "But it is Sunday," I answered faintly.
To think of myself as any thing but her servant would be irreligious." "You are a good fellow, Tardif," I exclaimed. "God is the judge, of that," he said, with a sigh. "Mam'zelle thinks of me only as her servant. 'My good Tardif, do this, or do that. I like it. I do not know any happier moment than when I hold her little boots in my hand and brush them.
Mechanically the other letter was torn open. Dr. Derwent wrote about Eustace's engagement. It did not exactly surprise him; he had observed significant things. Mrs. Jacks had a large fortune well, one could resign oneself to that. "After all, Mam'zelle Wren, there's nothing to be uneasy about.
I ran the fingers of my right hand through the loose pebbles about me, and his ear caught the slight noise. In a moment I heard his strong feet coming across them toward me. "Mon Dieu! mam'zelle," he exclaimed, "what has happened to you?" I tried to smile as his honest, brown face bent over me, full of alarm.
"Well, Mam'zelle, papa died on Sunday last just after he had opened the shooting." She was so much overwhelmed that she did not move. After a silence of a few seconds, she faltered in an almost inaudible tone: "Oh! it is not possible!" Then, on a sudden, tears showed themselves in her eyes, and covering her face with her hands, she burst out sobbing.
"Your little mam'zelle does not think of going to the good God yet." I did not stay to watch how Tardif received this news, for I was impatient myself to see how she was going on. Thank Heaven, the fever was gone, the delirium at an end. The dark-gray eyes, opening languidly as my fingers touched her wrist, were calm and intelligent. She was as weak as a kitten, but that did not trouble me much.
"My poor little wife is dead," he answered, "and I do not live in Guernsey or Jersey. We live in Sark, my mother and I. I am a fisherman, but I have also a little farm, for with us the land goes from the father to the eldest son, and I was the eldest. It is true we have one room to spare, which might do for mam'zelle; but the island is far away, and very triste.
Who wouldn't be! He would have liked to stay up another day and take her to the Zoo, but two days running of him would bore her to death. No, he must wait till next Sunday; she had promised to come then. They would settle those lessons for Holly, if only for a month. It would be something. That little Mam'zelle Beauce wouldn't like it, but she would have to lump it.
With these defects and qualities I place myself at your orders, Mam'zelle, morally and physically, to do what you please with me." She did not laugh; she listened, weighing his words and his intentions; then she resumed: "What do you think of the Countess de Lammy?" He replied, vivaciously: "You will permit me not to give my opinion about the women." "About none of them?" "About none of them."
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