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Dream Audio Books presents the Scarlet Pimpernel by baroness or Zi,
chapter three. The refugees feeling in every part of England
certainly ran very high at this time against the French
and their doings. Smugglers and legitimate traders between the French
and the English coasts brought snatches of news from over
(00:21):
the water which made every honest Englishman's blood boil and
made him long to have a good go at those
murderers who had imprisoned their king and all his family,
subjected the Queen and the royal children to every species
of indignity, and were even now loudly demanding the blood
of the whole Bourbon family and of every one of
its adherents. The execution of the Princesse de Lamballe, Marie
(00:44):
Antoinette's young and charming friend, had filled everyone in England
with unspeakable horror. The daily execution of scores of royalists
of good family, whose only sin was their aristocratic name,
seemed to cry for vengeance to the whole of civilized Europe.
Yet with all that no one dared to interfere. Burke
had exhausted all his eloquence in trying to induce the
(01:06):
British government to fight the revolutionary government of France. But
mister Pitt, with characteristic prudence, did not feel that this
country was fit yet to embark on another arduous and
costly war. It was for Austria to take the initiative, Austria,
whose fairest daughter was even now a dethroned queen, imprisoned
and insulted by a howling mob. Surely twas not so,
(01:28):
argued mister Fox, for the whole of England to take
up arms because one set of frenchmen chose to murder another.
As for mister Jellyband and his fellow John Bulls, though
they looked upon all foreigners with withering contempt, they were
royalist and anti revolutionists to a man, and at this
present moment were furious with Pitt for his caution and moderation,
(01:49):
although they naturally understood nothing of the diplomatic reasons which
guided that great man's policy. By now, Sally came running back,
very excited and very eager. The joy his company in
the coffee room had heard nothing of the noise outside,
but she had spied a dripping horse and rider who
had stopped at the door of the fisherman's rest, and
while the stable boy ran forward to take charge of
(02:11):
the horse, pretty Miss Sallie went to the front door
to greet the welcome visitor. I think I see my
Lord Antony's horse out in the yard, father, she said,
as she ran across the coffee room, But already the
door had been thrown open from outside, and the next moment,
an arm covered in drab cloth and dripping with the
heavy rain, was round Pretty Salli's waist, while a hearty
(02:31):
voice echoed along the polished rafters of the coffee room. Aye,
and bless your brown eyes for being so sharp, my
pretty Sallie, said the man who had just entered, whilst
worthy mister Jellyband came bustling forward, eager, alert and fussy
as became the advent of one of the most favored
guests of his hostel. Word I protest, Sallie, added Lord
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Antony as he deposited a kiss on Miss Sallie's blooming cheeks.
But you are growing prettier and prettier every time I
see you. And my honest friend Jellyband here have hard
work to keep for fellows. Off that slim waist of yours.
What say you, mister Waite. Mister Waite, torn between his
respect for my Lord and his dislike of that particular
type of joke, only replied with a doubtful grunt. Lord
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Anthony Dewhurst, one of the sons of the Duke of Exeter,
was in those days a very perfect type of a
young English gentleman. Tall, well set up, broad of shoulders
and merry of face. His laughter rang loudly wherever he went.
A good sportsman, a lively companion, a courteous, well bred
man of the world, with not too much brains to
spoil his temper. He was a universal favorite in London
(03:37):
drawing rooms or in the coffee rooms of village inns.
At the Fisherman's Rest. Every one knew him, for he
was fond of a trip across to France, and always
spent a night under worthy mister Jellyband's roof on his
way there or back. He nodded to wait Pitkin and
the others as he had last released Sally's waist, and
crossed over to the hearth to warm and dry himself.
(03:57):
As he did so, he cast a quick, somewhat susp
vicious glance at the two strangers who had quietly resumed
their game of dominoes, and for a moment a look
of deep earnestness, even of anxiety, clouded his jovial young face,
but only for a moment. The next he turned to
mister Hempseed, who was respectfully touching his forelock. Well, mister Hempseed,
(04:18):
and how is the fruit? Badly, my lord badly, replied
mister Hempseed. Dolefully, But what can you spect with this
ere government? Favor in them rascals over in France, who
would murder their king and all their nobility. Odd's life,
retorted Lord Antony, So they would, honest Hempseed, at least
those they can get hold of worse luck. But we
have got some friends coming here to night, who at
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any rate have evaded their clutches. It almost seemed when
the young man said these words, as if he threw
a defiant look towards the quiet strangers in the corner.
Thanks to you, my lord, and to your friends. So
I've heard it, said said mister Jellyband. But in a
moment Lord Antony's hand fell warningly on mine host's arm. Hush,
he said, peremptorily, and instinctively once again looked towards the strangers. Oh, Lord, loveya,
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They're all right, my lord retorted jellyband. Don't you be afraid?
I wouldn't have spoken only I knew we were among friends.
That gentleman over there is as true and loyal as
subject of King George as you are yourself, my lord,
saving your presents. He is but lately arrived in Dover
and is setting down in business in these parts. In business, faith,
then it must be as an undertaker, For I vow
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I never beheld a more rueful countenance. Nay, my lord,
I believe if the gentleman is a widower, which no
doubt would account for the melancholy of his bearing. But
he is a friend. Nevertheless, I'll vouch for that, and
you will own, my lord, that who should judge a
face better than the landlord of a popular inn. Oh
that's all right then, if we are among friends, said
Lord Antony, who evidently did not care to discuss the
(05:49):
subject with his host. But tell me you have no
one else staying here? Have you? No one, my lord,
and no one coming either, leastways? Leastways no one your
lordship would object to. I know who is it? Well,
my lord, sir, Percy Blakeney and his lady will be
here presently, but they ain't to go and to stay.
Lady Blakeney, queried Lord Anthony, in some astonishment, by my
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lord Sir Percy's skipper was here just now. He says
that my lady's brother is crossing over to France to
day in the day Dream, which is Sir Percy's yacht,
and Sir Percy and my lady will come with him
as far as here to see the last of him.
It don't put you out, do it, my lord? No, no,
it doesn't put me out. Friend. Nothing will put me
out unless that supper is not the very best which
Miss Sallie can cook, and which has ever been served
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in the fisherman's rest. You need have no fear of that,
my Lord, said Sallie, who all this while had been
busy setting the table for supper, and very gay in
inviting it looked, with a large bunch of brilliantly colored
dahlias in the center, and the bright pewter goblets and
blue china. About how many shall I lay for my lord?
Five places, pretty, Sallie. But let the supper be enough
(06:55):
for ten. At least our friends will be tired, and
I hope hungry. As for me, I vow I could
demolish a baron of beef to night. Here they are,
I do believe, said Sallie excitedly. As a distant clatter
of horses and wheels could now be distinctly heard, drawing
rapidly nearer. There was a general commotion in the coffee room.
Every one was curious to see my Lord Antony's swell
(07:16):
friends from over the water. Miss Sallie clasped one or
two quick glances at the little bit of mirror which
hung on the wall, and worthy mister Jellyband bustled out
in order to give the first welcome himself to his
distinguished guests. Only the two strangers in the corner did
not participate in the general excitement. They were calmly finishing
their game of dominoes and did not even look once
towards the door. Straight ahead, comtesse the door on your right,
(07:40):
said a pleasant voice outside. Ay there they are all
right enough, said Lord Antony, joyfully. Off with you, my
pretty Sallie, and see how quick you can dish up
the soup. The door was thrown wide open and preceded
by mister Jellyband, who was profuse in his bows and welcomes.
A party of four, two ladies and two gentlemen entered
the coffee room. Welcome, Welcome to old England, said Lord
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Antony effusively, as he came eagerly forward with both hands
outstretched towards the newcomers. Ah you are, Lord Antony, You hurst,
I think, said one of the ladies, speaking with a
strong foreign accent. At your service, madame, he replied, as
he ceremoniously kissed the hands of both the ladies, then
turned to the men and shook them both warmly by
(08:21):
the hand. Salie was already helping the ladies to take
off their traveling cloaks, and both turned with a shiver
towards the brightly blazing hearth. There was a general movement
among the company in the coffee room. Salie had bustled
off to her kitchen, whilst Jellyband, still profuse with his
respectful salutations, arranged one or two chairs around the fire.
Mister Hempseed, touching his forelock, was quietly vacating the seat
(08:44):
in the hearth. Everyone was staring curiously yet deferentially at
the foreigners. Ah, monsieur, what can I say, said the
elder of the two ladies, as she stretched a pair
of fine aristocratic hands to the warmth of the blaze,
and looked with unspeakable gratitude, first at Lord Antony, then
at one of the young men who had accompanied her party,
and who was busy divesting himself of his heavy caked coat.
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Only that you are glad to be in England, Comtesse,
replied Lord Antony, and that you have not suffered too
much from your trying voyage. Indeed, indeed, we are glad
to be in England, she said, while her eyes filled
with tears. And we have already forgotten all that we
have suffered. Her voice was musical and low, and there
was a great deal of calm, dignity, and of many
(09:29):
sufferings nobly endured, marked in the handsome aristocratic face, with
its wealth of snowy white hair dressed high above the
forehead after the fashion of the times. I hope my friend,
Sir Anthony Folkes proved an entertaining traveling companion, Madame Ah. Indeed,
Sir ANDROI was kindness itself. How could my children and
(09:50):
I ever show enough gratitude to you, oh monsieur. Her companion,
a dainty, girlish figure, childlike and pathetic in its look
of fatigue and of sorrow, had said nothing as yet.
But her eyes, large brown and full of tears, looked
up from the fire, and sought those of Sir Andrew,
folks who had drawn near to the hearth and to her. Then,
(10:11):
as they met his which were fixed with unconcealed admiration
upon the sweet face before him, a thought of warmer
color rushed up to her pale cheeks. So this is England,
she said, as she looked round with childlike curiosity at
the great hearth, the oak rafters, and the yokels, with
their elaborate smocks and jovial rubicund British countenances. A bit
(10:33):
of it, Mademoiselle, replied Sir Andrew, smiling, But all of it,
at your service. The young girl blushed again, but this
time a bright smile, fleet and sweet illumined her dainty face.
She said nothing, and Sir Andrew too was silent. Yet
those two young people understood one another, as young people
have a way of doing all the world over, and
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have done since the world began. But I say supper
here broke in Lord Antony's voice. Supper, honest, Jellyband, where
is that pretty wench of yours? And the dish of soup?
Zook's man? While you stand there gaping at the ladies,
they will faint with hunger. One moment, one moment, my Lord,
said Jellyband, as he threw open the door that led
to the kitchen and shouted lustily, Salie, hey, Sally, there
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are you ready? My girl? Sally was ready, and the
next moment she appeared in the doorway, carrying a gigantic tureen,
from which rose a cloud of steam and an abundance
of savory odor Odd's life. Supper at last ejaculated Lord
Anthony merrily as he gallantly offered his arm to the comtesse.
May I have the honor, he added ceremoniously, as he
(11:38):
led her towards the supper table. There was a general
bustle in the coffee room. Mister Hempseed and most of
the yoguls and fisherfolk had gone to make way for
the quality and to finish smoking their pipes. Elsewhere. Only
the two strangers stayed on quietly and unconcernedly, playing their
game of dominoes and sipping their wine. Whilst at another table,
harry Waite, who was vastly using his temper, watched pretty
(12:01):
Sally bustling round the table. She looked a very dainty
picture of English rural life, and no wonder that the
susceptible young Frenchman could scarce take his eyes off her
pretty face. The Vicomte de d'urnay was Scarce nineteen, a
beardless boy on whom terrible tragedies which were being enacted
in his own country had made but little impression. He
(12:22):
was elegantly and even foppishly dressed, and once safely landed
in England, he was evidently ready to forget the horrors
of the Revolution in the delights of English life. Pardie,
if this is England, he said, as he continued to
ogle Sally with marked satisfaction, I am of it, satisfied.
It would be impossible at this point to record the
(12:42):
exact exclamation which escaped through mister harry Wait's clenched teeth.
Only respect for the quality, and notably for my Lord
Antony kept his marked disapproval of the young foreigner in check. Nay,
but this is England, you abandoned, young reprobate, interposed Lord
Antony with a laugh, and do not, I pray, bring
your loose foreign ways into this most moral country. Lord
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Antony had already sat down at the head of the
table with the Comtesse on his right. Jellyband was bustling round,
filling glasses and putting chairs straight. Sallie waited, ready to
hand round the soup. Mister Harriwaite's friends had at last
succeeded in taking him out of the room, for his
temper was growing more and more violent under the Vicomte's
obvious admiration. For Sally Suzanne came in stern commanding accents
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from the rigid comtesse. Suzanne blushed again. She had lost
count of time and of place whilst she had stood
beside the fire, allowing the handsome young englishman's eyes to
dwell upon her sweet face, and his hand, as if unconsciously,
to rest upon hers. Her mother's voice brought her back
to reality once more, and with a submissive yes, Mamma,
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she took her place at the supper table. End of
chapter three. Dream Audiobook's hopes you have enjoyed this program.
Dream Audio Books presents the Scarlet Pimpernel by baroness or Zi,
chapter three. The refugees feeling in every part of England
certainly ran very high at this time against the French
and their doings. Smugglers and legitimate traders between the French
and the English coasts brought snatches of news from over
(00:21):
the water which made every honest Englishman's blood boil and
made him long to have a good go at those
murderers who had imprisoned their king and all his family,
subjected the Queen and the royal children to every species
of indignity, and were even now loudly demanding the blood
of the whole Bourbon family and of every one of
its adherents. The execution of the Princesse de Lamballe, Marie
(00:44):
Antoinette's young and charming friend, had filled everyone in England
with unspeakable horror. The daily execution of scores of royalists
of good family, whose only sin was their aristocratic name,
seemed to cry for vengeance to the whole of civilized Europe.
Yet with all that no one dared to interfere. Burke
had exhausted all his eloquence in trying to induce the
(01:06):
British government to fight the revolutionary government of France. But
mister Pitt, with characteristic prudence, did not feel that this
country was fit yet to embark on another arduous and
costly war. It was for Austria to take the initiative, Austria,
whose fairest daughter was even now a dethroned queen, imprisoned
and insulted by a howling mob. Surely twas not so,
(01:28):
argued mister Fox, for the whole of England to take
up arms because one set of frenchmen chose to murder another.
As for mister Jellyband and his fellow John Bulls, though
they looked upon all foreigners with withering contempt, they were
royalist and anti revolutionists to a man, and at this
present moment were furious with Pitt for his caution and moderation,
(01:49):
although they naturally understood nothing of the diplomatic reasons which
guided that great man's policy. By now, Sally came running back,
very excited and very eager. The joy his company in
the coffee room had heard nothing of the noise outside,
but she had spied a dripping horse and rider who
had stopped at the door of the fisherman's rest, and
while the stable boy ran forward to take charge of
(02:11):
the horse, pretty Miss Sallie went to the front door
to greet the welcome visitor. I think I see my
Lord Antony's horse out in the yard, father, she said,
as she ran across the coffee room, But already the
door had been thrown open from outside, and the next moment,
an arm covered in drab cloth and dripping with the
heavy rain, was round Pretty Salli's waist, while a hearty
(02:31):
voice echoed along the polished rafters of the coffee room. Aye,
and bless your brown eyes for being so sharp, my
pretty Sallie, said the man who had just entered, whilst
worthy mister Jellyband came bustling forward, eager, alert and fussy
as became the advent of one of the most favored
guests of his hostel. Word I protest, Sallie, added Lord
(02:52):
Antony as he deposited a kiss on Miss Sallie's blooming cheeks.
But you are growing prettier and prettier every time I
see you. And my honest friend Jellyband here have hard
work to keep for fellows. Off that slim waist of yours.
What say you, mister Waite. Mister Waite, torn between his
respect for my Lord and his dislike of that particular
type of joke, only replied with a doubtful grunt. Lord
(03:15):
Anthony Dewhurst, one of the sons of the Duke of Exeter,
was in those days a very perfect type of a
young English gentleman. Tall, well set up, broad of shoulders
and merry of face. His laughter rang loudly wherever he went.
A good sportsman, a lively companion, a courteous, well bred
man of the world, with not too much brains to
spoil his temper. He was a universal favorite in London
(03:37):
drawing rooms or in the coffee rooms of village inns.
At the Fisherman's Rest. Every one knew him, for he
was fond of a trip across to France, and always
spent a night under worthy mister Jellyband's roof on his
way there or back. He nodded to wait Pitkin and
the others as he had last released Sally's waist, and
crossed over to the hearth to warm and dry himself.
(03:57):
As he did so, he cast a quick, somewhat susp
vicious glance at the two strangers who had quietly resumed
their game of dominoes, and for a moment a look
of deep earnestness, even of anxiety, clouded his jovial young face,
but only for a moment. The next he turned to
mister Hempseed, who was respectfully touching his forelock. Well, mister Hempseed,
(04:18):
and how is the fruit? Badly, my lord badly, replied
mister Hempseed. Dolefully, But what can you spect with this
ere government? Favor in them rascals over in France, who
would murder their king and all their nobility. Odd's life,
retorted Lord Antony, So they would, honest Hempseed, at least
those they can get hold of worse luck. But we
have got some friends coming here to night, who at
(04:40):
any rate have evaded their clutches. It almost seemed when
the young man said these words, as if he threw
a defiant look towards the quiet strangers in the corner.
Thanks to you, my lord, and to your friends. So
I've heard it, said said mister Jellyband. But in a
moment Lord Antony's hand fell warningly on mine host's arm. Hush,
he said, peremptorily, and instinctively once again looked towards the strangers. Oh, Lord, loveya,
(05:06):
They're all right, my lord retorted jellyband. Don't you be afraid?
I wouldn't have spoken only I knew we were among friends.
That gentleman over there is as true and loyal as
subject of King George as you are yourself, my lord,
saving your presents. He is but lately arrived in Dover
and is setting down in business in these parts. In business, faith,
then it must be as an undertaker, For I vow
(05:27):
I never beheld a more rueful countenance. Nay, my lord,
I believe if the gentleman is a widower, which no
doubt would account for the melancholy of his bearing. But
he is a friend. Nevertheless, I'll vouch for that, and
you will own, my lord, that who should judge a
face better than the landlord of a popular inn. Oh
that's all right then, if we are among friends, said
Lord Antony, who evidently did not care to discuss the
(05:49):
subject with his host. But tell me you have no
one else staying here? Have you? No one, my lord,
and no one coming either, leastways? Leastways no one your
lordship would object to. I know who is it? Well,
my lord, sir, Percy Blakeney and his lady will be
here presently, but they ain't to go and to stay.
Lady Blakeney, queried Lord Anthony, in some astonishment, by my
(06:11):
lord Sir Percy's skipper was here just now. He says
that my lady's brother is crossing over to France to
day in the day Dream, which is Sir Percy's yacht,
and Sir Percy and my lady will come with him
as far as here to see the last of him.
It don't put you out, do it, my lord? No, no,
it doesn't put me out. Friend. Nothing will put me
out unless that supper is not the very best which
Miss Sallie can cook, and which has ever been served
(06:34):
in the fisherman's rest. You need have no fear of that,
my Lord, said Sallie, who all this while had been
busy setting the table for supper, and very gay in
inviting it looked, with a large bunch of brilliantly colored
dahlias in the center, and the bright pewter goblets and
blue china. About how many shall I lay for my lord?
Five places, pretty, Sallie. But let the supper be enough
(06:55):
for ten. At least our friends will be tired, and
I hope hungry. As for me, I vow I could
demolish a baron of beef to night. Here they are,
I do believe, said Sallie excitedly. As a distant clatter
of horses and wheels could now be distinctly heard, drawing
rapidly nearer. There was a general commotion in the coffee room.
Every one was curious to see my Lord Antony's swell
(07:16):
friends from over the water. Miss Sallie clasped one or
two quick glances at the little bit of mirror which
hung on the wall, and worthy mister Jellyband bustled out
in order to give the first welcome himself to his
distinguished guests. Only the two strangers in the corner did
not participate in the general excitement. They were calmly finishing
their game of dominoes and did not even look once
towards the door. Straight ahead, comtesse the door on your right,
(07:40):
said a pleasant voice outside. Ay there they are all
right enough, said Lord Antony, joyfully. Off with you, my
pretty Sallie, and see how quick you can dish up
the soup. The door was thrown wide open and preceded
by mister Jellyband, who was profuse in his bows and welcomes.
A party of four, two ladies and two gentlemen entered
the coffee room. Welcome, Welcome to old England, said Lord
(08:01):
Antony effusively, as he came eagerly forward with both hands
outstretched towards the newcomers. Ah you are, Lord Antony, You hurst,
I think, said one of the ladies, speaking with a
strong foreign accent. At your service, madame, he replied, as
he ceremoniously kissed the hands of both the ladies, then
turned to the men and shook them both warmly by
(08:21):
the hand. Salie was already helping the ladies to take
off their traveling cloaks, and both turned with a shiver
towards the brightly blazing hearth. There was a general movement
among the company in the coffee room. Salie had bustled
off to her kitchen, whilst Jellyband, still profuse with his
respectful salutations, arranged one or two chairs around the fire.
Mister Hempseed, touching his forelock, was quietly vacating the seat
(08:44):
in the hearth. Everyone was staring curiously yet deferentially at
the foreigners. Ah, monsieur, what can I say, said the
elder of the two ladies, as she stretched a pair
of fine aristocratic hands to the warmth of the blaze,
and looked with unspeakable gratitude, first at Lord Antony, then
at one of the young men who had accompanied her party,
and who was busy divesting himself of his heavy caked coat.
(09:08):
Only that you are glad to be in England, Comtesse,
replied Lord Antony, and that you have not suffered too
much from your trying voyage. Indeed, indeed, we are glad
to be in England, she said, while her eyes filled
with tears. And we have already forgotten all that we
have suffered. Her voice was musical and low, and there
was a great deal of calm, dignity, and of many
(09:29):
sufferings nobly endured, marked in the handsome aristocratic face, with
its wealth of snowy white hair dressed high above the
forehead after the fashion of the times. I hope my friend,
Sir Anthony Folkes proved an entertaining traveling companion, Madame Ah. Indeed,
Sir ANDROI was kindness itself. How could my children and
(09:50):
I ever show enough gratitude to you, oh monsieur. Her companion,
a dainty, girlish figure, childlike and pathetic in its look
of fatigue and of sorrow, had said nothing as yet.
But her eyes, large brown and full of tears, looked
up from the fire, and sought those of Sir Andrew,
folks who had drawn near to the hearth and to her. Then,
(10:11):
as they met his which were fixed with unconcealed admiration
upon the sweet face before him, a thought of warmer
color rushed up to her pale cheeks. So this is England,
she said, as she looked round with childlike curiosity at
the great hearth, the oak rafters, and the yokels, with
their elaborate smocks and jovial rubicund British countenances. A bit
(10:33):
of it, Mademoiselle, replied Sir Andrew, smiling, But all of it,
at your service. The young girl blushed again, but this
time a bright smile, fleet and sweet illumined her dainty face.
She said nothing, and Sir Andrew too was silent. Yet
those two young people understood one another, as young people
have a way of doing all the world over, and
(10:54):
have done since the world began. But I say supper
here broke in Lord Antony's voice. Supper, honest, Jellyband, where
is that pretty wench of yours? And the dish of soup?
Zook's man? While you stand there gaping at the ladies,
they will faint with hunger. One moment, one moment, my Lord,
said Jellyband, as he threw open the door that led
to the kitchen and shouted lustily, Salie, hey, Sally, there
(11:17):
are you ready? My girl? Sally was ready, and the
next moment she appeared in the doorway, carrying a gigantic tureen,
from which rose a cloud of steam and an abundance
of savory odor Odd's life. Supper at last ejaculated Lord
Anthony merrily as he gallantly offered his arm to the comtesse.
May I have the honor, he added ceremoniously, as he
(11:38):
led her towards the supper table. There was a general
bustle in the coffee room. Mister Hempseed and most of
the yoguls and fisherfolk had gone to make way for
the quality and to finish smoking their pipes. Elsewhere. Only
the two strangers stayed on quietly and unconcernedly, playing their
game of dominoes and sipping their wine. Whilst at another table,
harry Waite, who was vastly using his temper, watched pretty
(12:01):
Sally bustling round the table. She looked a very dainty
picture of English rural life, and no wonder that the
susceptible young Frenchman could scarce take his eyes off her
pretty face. The Vicomte de d'urnay was Scarce nineteen, a
beardless boy on whom terrible tragedies which were being enacted
in his own country had made but little impression. He
(12:22):
was elegantly and even foppishly dressed, and once safely landed
in England, he was evidently ready to forget the horrors
of the Revolution in the delights of English life. Pardie,
if this is England, he said, as he continued to
ogle Sally with marked satisfaction, I am of it, satisfied.
It would be impossible at this point to record the
(12:42):
exact exclamation which escaped through mister harry Wait's clenched teeth.
Only respect for the quality, and notably for my Lord
Antony kept his marked disapproval of the young foreigner in check. Nay,
but this is England, you abandoned, young reprobate, interposed Lord
Antony with a laugh, and do not, I pray, bring
your loose foreign ways into this most moral country. Lord
(13:06):
Antony had already sat down at the head of the
table with the Comtesse on his right. Jellyband was bustling round,
filling glasses and putting chairs straight. Sallie waited, ready to
hand round the soup. Mister Harriwaite's friends had at last
succeeded in taking him out of the room, for his
temper was growing more and more violent under the Vicomte's
obvious admiration. For Sally Suzanne came in stern commanding accents
(13:29):
from the rigid comtesse. Suzanne blushed again. She had lost
count of time and of place whilst she had stood
beside the fire, allowing the handsome young englishman's eyes to
dwell upon her sweet face, and his hand, as if unconsciously,
to rest upon hers. Her mother's voice brought her back
to reality once more, and with a submissive yes, Mamma,
(13:51):
she took her place at the supper table. End of
chapter three. Dream Audiobook's hopes you have enjoyed this program.
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