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Simultaneously Diva re-entered with her handkerchief, thwarted and disappointed, for she had certainly found nobody either in the boudoir or in the dining-room. But there was going to be a sit-down supper, and as Boon was not there, she had taken a marron glacé. Miss Mapp was flushed with excitement and disgust, and almost forgot about Diva's gown. "Found your hanky, dear?" she said.
She was not ashamed of her well-tailored coat and skirt, marron in colour which went well with her eyes and hair nor of her little new felt hat, purchased in Paris. Her small choker fur was of good stone-marten, even her gloves and the handkerchief peeping from her pocket had the correct touch. Trifles, perhaps, but trifles that mattered.
"No," answered M. Marron, "I am bringing the sister news of her brother." "Of Lucien?" cried Petit-Claud. "Yes. He walked all the way from Paris, poor young man. I found him at the Courtois' house; he was worn out with misery and fatigue. Oh! he is very much to be pitied."
I went on ruthlessly: "Talking of which, did you notice the detectives?" "No," she said. "What about them?" "Wall eyed, my dear, all of them. Cost me two-and-six extra, but I thought it was worth it. Worries the thieves awfully, you know. They can't tell whether they're watching the fish-slice or the 'Longfellow'. And all the time they're really counting the marron glaces.
Some country folk, coming in to market, had noticed his fine clothes. Kolb, therefore, had set out on horseback along the highroad, and heard at last at Mansle that Lucien was traveling post in a caleche M. Marron had recognized him as he passed. "What did I tell you?" said Petit-Claud. "That fellow is not a poet; he is a romance in heaven knows how many chapters." "Traveling post!" repeated Eve.
"Father," she said, "perhaps you will be good enough to go to my mother; she must hear all that this gentleman has to tell us of Lucien." The old man went in search of Mme. Chardon, and addressed her in this wise: "Go and have it out with the Abbe Marron; he is a good sort, priest though he is. Dinner will be late, no doubt. I shall come back again in an hour," and the old man went out.
"It is now five o'clock. We shall still find them up at nine." "Oh yes, till ten. They have company every evening the cure, Monsieur Marron the doctor " "Good folks then?" said Derville. "Oh, the best of good souls," replied the woman, "straight-forward, honest and not ambitious neither.
Don Juan de Vargas did not resort a second time to the royal tribunal; but instead he went to the archbishop and demanded absolution. The prelate commanded him to go to Father Marron and Father Verart, and ask their pardon, and to do what they should order him to do.
A pint of each cream will fill six dishes. Fill paper cases half full of pineapple water ice. Put over a layer of candied cherries chopped, then a layer of vanilla ice cream; smooth it quickly, place a marron glace in the centre, and garnish the cream with a meringue made from the whites of two eggs and two tablespoonfuls of powdered sugar. Dust this with grated macaroons, and send to the table.
But he has still a certain elegance, the look of a lesser Leighton about him. Frank has been there already for half an hour, and the tea-table has been, so to speak, deflowered. Vivie accepts a cup, a muffin, and a marron glacé. Then says, "Now, dear Praddy, summon your mistress, dons l'honnête sens du mot, and have this tea-table cleared so that we can have a hugely long and uninterrupted talk.
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