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"'Honour thy father and thy mother, that thy days may be long in the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee," said Pricker, solemnly. "Another Bible verse," said Anna, mockingly. "The book is no longer fashionable; and it is not half so amusing as Voltaire." "Enough, enough," said Pricker; "now listen to my last determination.
I tell you a new era is approaching, a period of glory and splendor. Every thing will be altered, but, above all, we will have new fashions. In the first place, you must rid yourself of your German apprentices, and replace them as quickly as possible with French workmen from Paris. That is the only means of retaining the court favor." Pricker listened to all this with horror and astonishment.
Was he speaking to these strangers, and that, too, in French? Yes, Mr. Pricker could not deceive himself, it was his son; it was William, his heir. "How? Does your son speak French?" asked the glovemaker, in a reproachful tone. "He so much desired to do so," said Mr. Pricker, with a sigh, "that I was forced to consent to give him a French teacher."
If you will allow him to give singing-lessons to your daughter Anna, his fortune is assured." "I grant your request," said Pricker, solemnly, not for an instant doubting the motive of the baron. "I will bestow my protection upon this young artist; he can give my daughter a daily lesson, that is, if Anna is willing to show this kindness to the poor young man."
Come, my dear Caroline, we will go to M. Pelissier." Pricker remained alone; grand and proud he stood in the middle of the saloon, and looked up, like a conquering hero, at the grim portraits of his ancestors. "Be satisfied with me," he murmured; "I have made a new sacrifice to your names. My house is German, and German it shall remain."
This first carriage was followed by a second, which contained six young men in French costumes, who were looking around with lively curiosity, and laughed so loudly that the worthy burgher who stood in front of Pricker's house could hear every word they uttered, but unfortunately could understand nothing. "Frenchmen!" murmured Mr. Pricker, with a slight shudder.
"Oh! unhappy, wretched child!" sobbed Mother Pricker, "you will dishonor your family, you will make us miserable, and cover us with shame; you will become an actress, and we must live to see our respectable, yes, celebrated name upon a play-bill, and pasted upon every corner."
"What sort of English king is it who cannot lay his tongue to a word of English? You mind last year when he came down to Malwood, with his inner marshal and his outer marshal, his justiciar, his seneschal, and his four and twenty guardsmen. One noontide I was by Franklin Swinton's gate, when up he rides with a yeoman pricker at his heels.
"He did right; and I also forbid you to cross his threshold. I thought, Anna, you had too much pride to enter the house of your father's enemy, or speak to his daughter." Anna shrugged her shoulders silently, and now quick steps were heard approaching. "Oh, quel pleusir d'etre amoreuse," sang a fresh, manly voice. "French!" cried Father Pricker, wild with rage. "William singing French!"
That little hole is the weak spot of the primus stove. Sometimes it gets clogged, and then a fine wire mounted upon some sort of handle must be used to dislodge the obstruction. Now, the worst thing that can happen to a primus stove is to get the wire pricker broken off in the burner hole, and that is what happened to us.
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