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"Oh, Miss O'Shaughnessy, how cruel of you, when her great idea was to help you! She would be a most welcome friend, but I could not consent to using her time without paying for it." Mrs Wallace had approached this question before, and had discovered that Bridgie was no more embarrassed by a reference to her poverty than had been Mamzelle Paddy herself.
"But I cannot tell you about them, Mamzelle. Indeed I cannot not if you kill me. I promised. I promised." In vain did Mademoiselle Duroc question. At last she dismissed Anne who crept back to bed, and, holding Honey-Sweet tight, sobbed herself to sleep. The next morning Anne was summoned to the office; there she was coaxed and threatened by Miss Morris and questioned keenly by Mademoiselle Duroc.
"Hey, mamzelle," cried the top sergeant. "Voulay vous couchay aveck moy? We We, champagne." Everybody laughed, uproariously. The girl slapped his head good-naturedly. At that moment a man stamped noisily into the cafe, a tall broad- shouldered man in a loose English tunic, who had a swinging swagger that made the glasses ring on all the tables.
"Don't want you in the boat! Don't want nobody only the Capting and Mamzelle. You go anuzzer picnic by yourself!" "You must forgive us, Miss Rose, but this is strictly a limited expedition. We children want to be as mischievous as we like without the controlling influence of grown-up people. No best frocks, please, Mrs Wallace!
Ah! so he did tell you to promise to await that time? So it was!" "I haven't told you anything I ought not to, have I, Mamzelle?" inquired Anne, anxiously. "He said if I told before we reached Nantes, you know it would bring him dreadful harm." "Indeed, no," laughed Mademoiselle Duroc. "You have told me nothing but that you are the so faithful, so stupid promise-keeper.
Viva and Inda were interesting and original children, while "Mamzelle Paddy" was a house-party in herself a delicious combination of shrewdness and innocence. He had little chance of private conversation with her, for the children were exacting in their demands; but their intimacy rapidly increased, as was only natural under the circumstances.
It's my turn to be amused," he said; but for once Pixie did not seem in a talkative mood, but leant silently against the stump of a tree, staring around her with dreamy eyes. The young fellow watched her curiously as he pulled his pipe out of his pocket and prepared for the longed-for smoke. "What are you thinking of, Mamzelle?" he asked; and Pixie looked round with a little start of remembrance.
And Briggs rose slowly and searched in a mysterious drawer which he invariably kept locked. "'Ere she is, as large as life, Mamzelle," he continued, exhibiting a "promenade" photograph of the actress in question. "There's a neck for you! There's form! Vi, my dear, I saloot you!" and he pressed a sounding kiss on the picture "you're one in a million!
Mamzelle tightened her thin lips a little and waved her hand expressively. "She is an angel of beauty!" she said, "and Miladi Winsleigh is jealous ah, Dieu! jealous to death of her! She is innocent too like a baby and she worships her husband. That is an error! To worship a man is a great mistake she will find it so. Men are not to be too much loved no, no!"
"Are the American gentlemen still at table, Julie?" she inquired. "Mademoiselle Maryette, they are devouring everything in the house!" exclaimed old Julie, flinging both hands toward heaven. "Tenez, mamzelle, I have heard of eating in ancient days, I have read of Gargantua, I have been told of banquets, of feasting, of appetites! But there is one American in there!
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