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Updated: June 13, 2025
But this talk was even harder for Miss Bines to understand than the English speech of the Baron Ronault de Palliac, and she turned to that noble gentleman as the turbot with sauce Corail was served. The dining-room, its wall wainscotted from floor to ceiling in Spanish oak, was flooded with soft light from the red silk dome that depended from its crown of gold above the table.
On the farther side of his closed door the Baron Ronault de Palliac swore once. But the oath was one of the most awful that a Frenchman may utter in his native tongue: "Sacred Name of a Name!" "But the baron wasn't done eating," protested Mrs. Bines. "Ah, yes, madame!" replied Philippe. "Monsieur le Baron has consumed enough for now. Paul, mon enfant, ne touche pas la robe de madame!
As her chain was rattling through the hawse-hole, Percival, with his sister and Mauburn, came on deck. "Why, there's the Chicago Higbee's yacht." "That's the boat," said Mauburn, "that's been piling the white water up in front of her all afternoon trying to overhaul us." "There's Millie Higbee and old Silas, now." "And, as I live," exclaimed Psyche, "there's the Baron de Palliac between them!"
Hemmed in the corner by this board and by the gas-range, seated at a table covered by the oilcloth that simulates the marble of Italy's most famous quarry, sat, undoubtedly, the Baron Ronault de Palliac. A steaming plate of spaghetti a la Italien was before him, to his left a large bowl of salad, to his right a bottle of red wine.
Then came smoke, the smell of scorching linen, and a cry of horror from Celine. "Ah, la seule chemise blanche de Monsieur le Baron!" The spell was broken. Philippe was on his feet, bowing effusively. "Ah! it is Madame Bines. Je suis tres honore I am very honoured to welcome you, madame. It is madame, ma femme, Celine, and Monsieur le Baron de Palliac "
Mauburn, too, was shrewd enough to see that, while she frankly liked him, he was for some reason less a favourite than the Baron de Palliac. "It'll be no easy matter marrying that girl," he told Mrs. Drelmer. "She's really a dear, and awfully good fun, but she's not a bit silly, and I dare say she'll marry some chap because she likes him, and not because he's anybody, you know."
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