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Every morning the recruits led their horses into the school and mounted there, and every morning old Barron addressed his bête noire in the same words, 'Pick a soft place, Sullivan. It was all very well so long as the ride circled at a walk at the lower end of the school But then came the order, 'Go large! and shortly afterwards the long drawling command, 'Tr-r-o-o-o-t!
This must be the garrison; this must be the Sergeant's friend, master, protector, and bête noire, his "Boomery." But the Sergeant himself? Where was he? He could hardly be at his post; or Beaumaroy and he must have seen one another, must have taken some heed of one another; something must have passed between them, either friendly or hostile.
But, no. Dr Hellyer grasped the chance afforded him by the fortuitous cycle of dates as a splendid opportunity for putting down what had been a yearly bete noir to him; and so, he rushed madly on to his fate.
'Well and then? 'Then he broke out. Sir Henry of course was the bête noire. You can imagine the kind of things he said, I needn't repeat them. He is in a mood of perfectly mad opposition to all this war legislation, and it is not the least good arguing with him. Finally he told me that my allowance would be stopped, and Mannering would be left to Desmond, if we married. "All right!"
Five minutes later Betty saw two figures go along the pavement on the other side of the decorous embroidered muslin blinds which, in the unlikely event of any happening in the Cite de la Retraite, ensure its not being distinctly seen by those who sojourn at the Hotel Bete.
Uncle Handyside was surprised that George Hope did not go into mourning for him. John Bright still lived, and he was the bete noire of the Conservatives in that era; and the abolition of the corn laws was held to be the cause of the agricultural distress not the high rent of agricultural land. George Hope was a striking personality. When my friend J. C. Woods was minister at St.
Wherever thou art, thou must be first among men. But, alas it is my fault my misfortune. I have not been in the midst of a world that perhaps rings of thy name." "Not my name. Prudence compelled me to conceal that. Still, Genius pierces under any name. You might have discovered me under my nom de plume." "Pardon me I was always bete. But, oh! for so many weeks I was so poor so destitute.
But for two whole years "how mother did it" seemed to be the watchword of Charlie's existence, and was the bête noir of mine.
She was not alone. A gentleman the Englishman, of course sat opposite to her, and leant across the white bear-skin carriage-rug to talk to her. They were both laughing at something he had just said, which the Senora characterised as "pas si bete."
This seems to me to be now all changed for the better, and I only hope the rumour of that bête noire, the Anthropological Society, having anything to do with it may not cause our best men of science to withdraw their support and contributions. I have read Tylor, and am reading Lecky.
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