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"Halloo, Comrade! a cup of wine with you," cried out a voice from within; "Melniker is no bad drinking " "When Chambertin can't be had," said another, handing me a goblet of red wine. "Par Saint Denis! it's the very man himself," shouted a third. "Why, Burke, my old comrade, do you forget Tascher?"
Tascher thought it was the result of exposure to night-dews, carelessness in regard to diet and lack of proper exercise. Her presence, it must be allowed, put but little constraint upon the extraordinary intimacy of the pair. The doctor was all devotion, and Miss Custer all languor and dependence.
His Majesty honored her as he had done Mademoiselle Tascher, and, in company with the Empress, also attended the ball which the Grand Duke of Berg gave on the occasion of this marriage, and at which Princess Caroline presided. This was a brilliant winter at Paris, owing to the great number of fetes and balls which were given.
"Good-afternoon," she returned, passing on through the room. "How stiflingly warm it is here!" "Yes. I have been thinking of going into the parlor," said Mrs. Tascher: "it is always cool there, because the blinds are kept closed." "Does she say that to prevent my taking refuge in the parlor?" thought Miss Custer, and moved on and went outside.
For herself, she disliked nobody: there were people who were not congenial to her, but she never took the trouble to get up a feeling against them. But it seemed to her Mrs. Tascher had not only clearly defined but conscientious likes and dislikes.
I recall another occasion in the life of this prince, when one of my friends was very useful to him, some particulars of which may not be without interest. The Prince of Aremberg, an ordnance officer of the Emperor, had, as we know, married Mademoiselle Tascher, niece of the Empress Josephine.
Do not distress yourself, I beg of you; it will all be over soon, and my delight at seeing you once more will soon make me forget my fatigue. Besides, I have never been better. Little Tascher, of the fourth of the line, did well; and he had a hard experience. I have given him a place near me, in the artillery; so his troubles are over. The young man interests me.
She looked up with a smile that was intended simply as an expression of politeness, and not such a smile as she would give a friend, and nodded: "Good-afternoon, Miss Custer." Miss Custer, feeling herself compromised by having been caught gossiping and by Mrs. Tascher, of all people! fortified herself by a little accession of pride in her usually suave demeanor.
She drew vivid pictures of the magnificent scenery that lay around her in her new home the gardens, the orange-groves, the figs and olives, the terraced slope of Mount Lebanon, the glorious Mediterranean. Mrs. Tascher was comforted, though the void made by Ruth's absence was almost like death, the wide space seemed so unspannable.
By and by some soft piano-strains came through the window, the sash of which was raised, at her back. When they ceased she became conscious, without turning her head to look through the shutters, that Mrs. Tascher had seated herself in an easy-chair and taken up a book from the centre-table, which held the usual stock of gilt-edged poems Whittier's, Tennyson's, etc.
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