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I recalled how I had borne down on Ovide soon after he had put the bird for the first time into the blazing oven; how, in deference to my fears, he had taken it out and stood it on the shelf when its skin, of course, could only have been scorched where it had remained over an hour while he was superintending the construction and cooking of the pudding; and, finally, how the prevaricating fellow whom I knew understood little more about cooking than I did must have concluded, from the cinder-like appearance of the skin when he took it out of the oven the second time, after another twenty minutes' scorching, that it was cooked to the very marrow.
I am compelled to see, what Ovide also has told me, that, like me and my wife, you have a passion for the poétique and the pittoresque!" "Yes," Chester laughed, "but that's my limit. I've never written a line for print " "This writing is done, since fifty years." "I've never passed literary judgment on a written page and don't suppose I ever shall." "The judgment is passed.
"What possible reason can he have for saying he can roast turkeys and boil plum-puddings if he cannot?" I urged as a clincher. Of course he had no good argument to meet such a question, and so, turning to Ovide, he said: "All right, my good fellow, go ahead, and give us roast turkey and plum-pudding. I am glad that after all we shall not be without a Christmas dinner."
Ovide shook his head: "You seem yourself to forget that you are here by business appointment. And what of it if you have seen her, or she seen you, here or anywhere?"
He pointed prophetically at the now thoroughly defiant Ovide, and said, "I suppose I'm interfering; but, mark my words, that foreigner there'll make you before the day's out forget all about that motto of peace and good-will."
For the next two hours I thought very little of Ovide, my attention being occupied by a game in which Fielding, the conductor and I were engaged. Suddenly Fielding exclaimed, "Gracious, William, but this car is hot!"
As we seated ourselves, Fielding said, with a satisfaction that comes back to me vividly as I pen these words: "Well, William, I am glad it is ready; I never remember being so hungry." The kindly look which he bestowed on Ovide as he came in with the smoking turkey will also never be difficult to conjure up.
In 1884 he toured America together with Ovide Musin, the violin virtuoso. Two years later he became the pupil of Saint-Saëns in Paris. In 1887 and 1888 he toured France and visited London, where he received a command to appear at the British Court. In 1890 he returned to America and made this country his home for ten years, appearing frequently in concert and engaging in several tours.
Ovide, however, was a difficult subject to silence, and said apologetically, as he took up the platter: "It's vary much too bad, sir, dat I'm forgot to mak her freeze out before I'm put her in de oven. But de puddin', sir," with a sudden revival of his old self-confidence "no danger of de same trouble with her; I'm sure she's cook vary well all de way over."
The great French-Canadian cook gladly ate his portion of the banquet in the baggage-car, for no amount of persuasion could make him come to the table with us. Twelve hours later we reached our homes. On New Year's Day, a bulky blue envelope was handed to Ovide.
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