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"Because you now see him in his true colours," observed Bakkus, who took for granted a seat at the table as the payment for his guardianship. "The drill sergeant I always talked to you about." "Sergeant!" Elodie flung up her head in disdain. "He is Commandant. And see to it that you are not wanting in respect."
Bakkus said: "The whole of the Fall of Man arose from Eve pestering Adam for a russet-brown fig-leaf in spring time." "It was after the fall that they made themselves aprons," said Lackaday. "She had her eye on those fig-leaves long before," retorted Bakkus. We laughed. There was no great provocation to mirth. But we were attuned to gaiety.
Here we are, we three, and it is Andre, Horace, Elodie and here we are, we four, and it is Monsieur Bakkus, and Lackaday never will I be able to pronounce that word and Madame Patou and Monsieur le Capitaine Hylton. Look. To my friends I am Elodie tout court and you?" It was an embarrassing moment. Andrew's mug of a face was as expressionless as that of a sphinx.
The balance of fifty billiard cues gives the million people the same catch at the throat as the song or the picture, and they lose themselves for an hour in a new revelation of the possibilities of existence, and so I save the world a hundred years of the sorrow and care of life." Bakkus looked at him approvingly. "Good," said he. "Very good.
Bakkus, familiar with English customs, had undertaken to attend to the business side of their establishment on the sands of the great West Coast resort, Andrew providing the capital out of his famous hundred louis. But it came almost imperceptibly to pass that Andrew made all the arrangements, drove the bargains and kept an accurate account of their varying finances.
To which Andrew had replied in raging fury, to the vast entertainment of Horatio Bakkus. All of this to show that, notwithstanding his supreme qualities of personal courage, command and military intuition, Andrew Lackaday as a would-be soldier of fortune proved a complete failure. For him, as he presented himself, the tired world, in its nebulous schemes of reconstruction, had no place.
He was puzzled; comrades down on their luck had cursed the profession for a sale metier and had wished they were road sweepers; but he had never heard it called contemptible. It was a totally new conception. Bakkus repeated his words and added: "It is below the dignity of one made in God's image." "I am afraid I do not agree with you," replied Andrew, stiffly.
With cynical frankness he also confessed his disinclination to be recognized in a music-hall Punch and Judy show by his brother the Archdeacon. "Archdeacons," said Andrew he had a confused idea of their prelatical status, "don't go to music-halls." "They do in this country," said Bakkus. "They're everywhere. They infest the air like microbes.
In Horatio Bakkus, therefore, Andrew met for the first time a human being interested in the intellectual aspect of life; one who advanced outrageous propositions just for the joy of supporting them and of refuting counter-arguments; one, in fact, who, to his initial amazement, could juggle with ideas as he juggled with concrete objects. In this companionship he found an unknown stimulus.
"Mon Dieu, it is true," she said. Forthwith she went to the agent Moignon. After a few weeks she started on the road with her aviary, and Bakkus once more left his eyrie to take charge of the flat in the Faubourg St. Denis.
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