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He had barely time to descend into a hollow and ascend the adjoining swell of the prairie, before he heard, or fancied he heard, his name shouted, in good English, from the throats of twenty Tetons. The delusion gave a new impulse to his ardour; and no professor of the saltant art ever applied himself with greater industry, than the naturalist now used his heels on the ribs of Asinus.
"Then I flatter myself she likes me," said Sir Asinus, caressing his red whiskers in embryo. "I am in fact pledged exclusively to her. I can't espouse both." "Vanity!" said Jacques languidly; "but you could build a feudal castle a very palace in the mountains with Philippa's money."
To see the noble and joyous Sir Asinus grow melancholy to see those legs, which erst glided through the minuet and reel, now dangling wearily to see that handsome visage so drawn down; is there no occasion for pity?" And Jacques sighed. "Well, well," said Sir Asinus, "I am glad you came, spite of your unworthy banter, you unfeeling fellow. I wish to send some messages to my friends."
While Mowbray and Philippa were holding their singular colloquy in one portion of the laughing and animated crowd, our friend Sir Asinus, with that perseverance which characterized his great intellect, was endeavoring to make an impression on the heart of the maiden of his love. But it was all in vain.
"Agnovit bos et asinus Quod Puer erat Dominus!" In some of the earliest pictures the animals kneel, "confessing the Lord." One of the old Latin hymns, De Nativitate Domini, describes them, in that wintry night, as warming the new-born Infant with their breath; and they have always been interpreted as symbols, the ox as emblem of the Jews, the ass of the Gentiles.
Jacques was radiant, and this the reader may possibly understand, if he will recollect the scheme of this gentleman to address Belle-bouche where no fate could interrupt him. As Sir Asinus passed on, frowning, Jacques cast upon that gentleman a look which expressed triumphant happiness. "You won't interrupt me on my way back, will you?" he said, smiling; "eh, my dear Sir Asinus?"
And touching his horse with the spurs, he went on, pursued by the maledictions of Sir Asinus. He had cause. Jacques had charged him with lunacy; said he designed assassinating the King; kept from him the very names of the combatants; and was going to see his sweetheart!
Paul pointed out among them, the well-known form of Asinus, sleek, fat, and luxuriating in the fulness of content, as he stood with reclining ears and closed eye-lids, seemingly musing on the exquisite nature of his present indolent enjoyment.
Just as the girl was passing the residence of Sir Asinus, her feet dancing for joy, her curls illuminated, her reticule describing the largest possible arc of a circle just then, little Martha, or Puss, as she was called, found herself suddenly arrested, and the over-skirt of her silk dress raised with a sudden jerk.
"I think it is somewhat forced." "Somewhat forced?" "At times." "How?" "I mean that he is as often sad as merry; and more frequently earnest and serious than careless." "Is it possible, Ernest?" "I think I am right." "Sir Asinus as I have heard him called a serious man?" "Yes, and a very profound one." "You surprise me!"
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