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She wore a long ermine stole; her hat was ermine; she carried a muff of the same fur, and Mellin thought it a perfect finish to the picture that a dark gentleman of an appearance most distinguished should be sitting beside her. An Italian noble, surely! He saw the American at once, nodded to him and waved her hand.
It was a happy drive for Robert Russ Mellin, though not happier than that of the next day. Three afternoons they spent driving over the Campagna, then back to Madame de Vaurigard's apartment for tea by the firelight, till the enraptured American began to feel that the dream in which he had come to live must of happy necessity last forever.
"Waitin' a devil of a long time for you. I've gawt a message for you. He's comin'. He writes that Cooley " "Attention!" she interrupted under her breath, and, stepping forward quickly, touched the bell. "I have brought a frien' of our dear, droll Cooley with me to tea. Monsieur Mellin, you mus' make acquaintance with Monsieur Sneyd.
"For the whole business of a lawyer is to know how to manage mules and asses so as to make them pay!" I drove to the beach, and speedily charged my wagon with as large a load as prudence advised me. The firm of Howard Mellin & Company proved to have quarters in a frame shack on what is now Montgomery Street. It was only a short haul, but a muddy one.
And, see here; I know I'm easy, but somehow I believe you're even a softer piece o' meat than I am. I want you to promise me that whatever happens you won't pay that I O U." Mellin moistened his lips in vain. He could not answer. "I want you to promise me not to pay it," repeated Cooley earnestly. "I promise," gasped Mellin. "You won't pay it no matter what they do?" "No."
"If Lady Mount-Rhyswicke sat at my table," returned Mellin dashingly, "I should wish all the light in the world to shine upon so happy an event." "Hear the man!" she drawled. "He's proposing to me. Thinks I'm a widow." There was a chorus of laughter, over which rose the bellow of Mr. Pedlow. "'He's game! she says and ain't he?"
"But that isn't always our fault, is it?" said Mellin easily. "Aha! You mean you are of the new generation, of the yo'ng American' who come over an' try to spen' these immense fortune' those 'pile' your father or your gran-father make! I know quite well. Ah?" "Well," he hesitated, smiling. "I suppose it does look a little by way of being like that." "Wicked fellow!"
And you remember that other woman sat where she could see every hand you drew, and the Countess " "Stop!" Mellin flung one arm up violently, striking the headboard with his knuckles. "I won't hear a syllable against Madame de Vaurigard!" Young Cooley regarded him steadily for a moment. "Have you remembered yet," he said slowly, "how much you lost last night?"
"Let's finish with our first toast again. Can't drink that too often." This proposition was received with warmest approval, and they drank standing. "Brightest and best!" shouted Mr. Pedlow. "Queen! What she is!" exclaimed Cooley. "Ma belle Marquise!" whispered Mellin tenderly, as the rim touched his lips.
The greatest poets and men of letters of the sixteenth century were encouraged financially and morally or protected by Marguerite d'Angoulême—Rabelais, Marot, Pelletier, Bonaventure-Desperiers, Mellin de Saint-Gelais, Lefèvre d'Etaples, Amyot, Calvin, Berquin.
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