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For it was in September that, upon the threshold of the Golden Pomegranate, at Manneville in Poictesme, Monsieur Louis Quillan paused, and gave the contented little laugh which had of late become habitual with him. "We are en fete to-night, it appears. Has the King, then, by any chance dropped in to supper with us, Nelchen?"
"No, monseigneur, for I am to wait upon the table," said Nelchen, "and Father is at Sigean overnight, having the mare shod, and there is only Leon, and, oh, thank you very much indeed, monseigneur, but I had much rather wait on the table." The Prince waved his hand. "My valet, mademoiselle, is at your disposal. Vanringham!" he called.
Meantime diminutive Louis Quillan had led her to the window-seat beneath the corridor, and sat holding one plump trifle of a hand, the, while her speech fluttered bird-like from this topic to that; and be regarded Nelchen Thorn with an abysmal content. The fates, he considered, had been commendably generous to him.
They tell me And you would actually have me relinquish Nelchen, even after you have seen her!
"See, my father," Louis de Soyecourt said, "she was only a child, more little even than I. Never in her brief life had she wronged any one, never, I believe, had she known an unkind thought. Always she laughed, you understand Oh, my father, is it not pitiable that Nelchen will never laugh any more?" "I entreat of God to have mercy upon her soul," said the old Prince de Gatinais.
And Nelchen tossed her head, with a touch of the provocative. Louis Quillan did what seemed advisable. " and, furthermore, your stupidity is no excuse for rumpling my hair," said Nelchen, by and by. "Then you should not pout," replied Monsieur Quillan. "Sanity is entirely too much to require of any man when you pout. Besides, your eyes are so big and so bright they bewilder one.
"To Paradise," he at last decided. "And there he found a disengaged angel, who very imprudently lowered herself to the point of marrying him. And so he lived happily ever afterward. And so, till the day of his death, he preached the doctrine that silliness is the supreme wisdom." "And he regretted nothing?" Nelchen said, after a meditative while. Louis Quillan began to laugh.
His voice was guttural, and a peculiar slur ran through his speech, caused by the loss of his upper front teeth at Ramillies. Louis Quillan came of a stock not lightly abashed. "I have fattened on a new diet, monsieur, on happiness. But, ma foi! I am discourteous. Permit me, my father, to present Mademoiselle Nelchen Thorn, who has so far honored me as to consent to become my wife.
'Nelchen, I present to you my father, the Prince de Gatinais." "Oh ?" observed Nelchen, midway in her courtesy. But the Prince had taken her fingers and he kissed them quite as though they had been the finger-tips of the all-powerful Pompadour at Versailles yonder. "I salute the future Marquise de Soyecourt. You young people will sup with me, then?"
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