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Determined to give him an opportunity to address her, the lady strolled to a remote corner of the hall, whither she was followed by the young Savoyard, who after some apparent hesitation, said to her 'Fair Sultana, pardon my presumption, but methinks I have seen that queenly form before. 'Ah, that voice! exclaimed the delighted lady 'thou art my little lover, Clinton Romaine.
"Now I'll tell you a story which I made up myself," said Romaine, who was of a sentimental turn. "It's called the Lady and the Barberry Bush. "Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was a lady who loved a barberry bush, because its berries were so pretty, and tasted so nice and sour. She used to water it, and come at evening to lay her snow-white hand upon its leaves."
Romaine having taken care to prepare his favorite dishes for dinner, took the opportunity when he had dined to entreat him to delay the intended separation till after the wedding, to which he very graciously consented. Again there was a merry gathering at the home of Jeanette Roland. It was her wedding night, and she was about to clasp hands for life with Charles Romaine.
What a lobster, scarlet as the cap of a cardinal and garnished with crisp romaine! and the chickens! and the mutton! and the soufflé of potatoes, and the salad of shrimps Mon Dieu! What a luncheon, "sprayed," as the French say, with that rare old Chablis and mellow Burgundy!
Romaine led the way out of the room so briskly, and was so briskly followed by Alain, that I had hard ado to get the remainder of the money replaced and the despatch-box locked, and to overtake them, even by running, ere they should be lost in that maze of corridors, my uncle's house.
The French historian Michelet whose "Histoire Romaine" would have been invaluable, if the general industry and accuracy of the writer had in any degree equalled his originality and brilliancy, eloquently remarks: "It is not without reason that so universal and vivid a remembrance of the Punic wars has dwelt in the memories of men.
'No, said I; 'he is only reminding me of something. 'Well and I believe the fellow will be faithful, said Romaine. 'So you are a friend of Mr. Anne's' too? he added to Rowley. 'If you please, sir, said Rowley. ''Tis something sudden, observed Romaine; 'but it may be genuine enough. I believe him to be honest. He comes of honest people.
Romaine, oh he is so handsome." "Oh Jeanette what's to hinder you from being so happy?" "But where is Mr. Romaine? we have missed him for some time." "I don't know, let me seek my husband." "Isn't that a mouthful?" said Jeanette laughingly disengaging herself from the merry group, as an undefined sense of apprehension swept over her. Was it a presentiment of coming danger?
Romaine in the ear: 'Here is another tableau for you! at which he looked at me a moment with a kind of pathos, as who should say, 'Don't hit a man when he's down. Then I transferred my eyes to my enemy. He had his hat on, a little on one side: it was a very tall hat, raked extremely, and had a narrow curling brim.
Romaine, and the major-domo had taken it on himself a little later to send word to the Viscount. "It seemed to me, my lord," said he, "as if this was a time when all the fambly should be called together." I approved him with my lips, but not in my heart. Dawson was plainly in the interests of my cousin. "And when can I expect to see my great-uncle, the Count?" said I.
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