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Well, I had Friday, I had Udolpho; and there, while on that excursion, when I should be alone with John Mayrant during many hours, and especially the hours of deep, confidential night, I swore to myself on oath I would say to the boy the last word, up to the verge of offense, that my wits could devise.
Of course it is preposterous to suppose that she traces her descent from a king through a mere bowl of punch, and her being still the president of the Selected Salic Scions is proof irrefutable that her claim rests upon a more solid foundation. XXIV: Post Scriptum I think that John Mayrant, Jr., is going to look like his mother.
"The Baltic fleet," said he, promptly. "Call away the pilotboat with Mr. Lunt to follow the brigantine, sir, and ease off before the wind. Signal 'General Chase' to the squadron, Mr. Mayrant." The men had jumped to the weather braces before I gave the command, and all the while more sail were counting from the crosstrees, until their number had reached forty-one.
Hortense had evidently written her version to the Cornerlys, and not a word to any other effect ever came from John's mouth, of course. One result I had not looked for, though it was a natural one: if the old ladies had felt indignation at Hortense for her determination to marry John Mayrant, this indignation was doubled by her determination not to!
No; the splendor of the day, the luxuries of the Hermana, the conviviality of the Replacers all melted the occasion down to an ease and enjoyment in which even John Mayrant, with his grave face, was not perceptible, unless, like myself, one watched him.
No blood flowed from Hortense at this, and she continued with the same smooth deliberation. "The list is of necessity very small; but I shall see that it includes you." "You are not going to postpone it any more, then?" No blood flowed at this, either. "I doubt if John if Mr. Mayrant would brook further delay, and my father seems stronger, at last. How much do I owe you for your very good food?"
"What else would he be doing?" "It may be his week for getting drunk on what he earned the week before." And upon this he announced with as much bitterness as if he had been John Mayrant or any of his aunts, "That's what Boston philanthropy has done for him." I dared up at this. "I suppose that's a Southern argument for reestablishing slavery."
And with these thoughts in my mind, and remembering a certain very grave talk I had once held with Eliza in the Exchange about the North and the South, in which it was my good fortune to make her see that there is on our soil nowadays such a being as an American, who feels, wherever he goes in our native land, that it is all his, and that he belongs everywhere to it, I looked at the little John Mayrant, and then I said to his mother:
"One gentleman among them," I heard John Mayrant mutter behind me. So much more comfortable! So nice to see more of you!" dropped away, Miss La Heu had settled her problem quite simply for herself. A little procession of vehicles, townward bound, had gathered on the bridge, waiting until the closing of the draw should allow them to continue upon their way.
And smiling, the little lady, whose shy manner and voice I had found to veil as much spirit as her predecessor's, dismissed me and went up her steps, letting herself into her own house. The boy in question, the boy of the cake, John Mayrant, was coming out of the gate at which I next rang.
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