Somebody's Luggage eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 53 pages of information about Somebody's Luggage.
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Somebody's Luggage eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 53 pages of information about Somebody's Luggage.

“If that child was to die,” this was his reflection as he turned his back and went his way,—­“and it would almost serve the fellow right for making such a fool of himself,—­I suppose we should have him sticking up a wreath and a waiter in that fantastic burying-ground.”

Nevertheless, after another early morning or two of looking out of window, he strolled down into the Place, when the Corporal and Bebelle were walking there, and touching his hat to the Corporal (an immense achievement), wished him Good-day.

“Good-day, monsieur.”

“This is a rather pretty child you have here,” said Mr. The Englishman, taking her chin in his hand, and looking down into her astonished blue eyes.

“Monsieur, she is a very pretty child,” returned the Corporal, with a stress on his polite correction of the phrase.

“And good?” said the Englishman.

“And very good.  Poor little thing!”

“Hah!” The Englishman stooped down and patted her cheek, not without awkwardness, as if he were going too far in his conciliation.  “And what is this medal round your neck, my little one?”

Bebelle having no other reply on her lips than her chubby right fist, the Corporal offered his services as interpreter.

“Monsieur demands, what is this, Bebelle?”

“It is the Holy Virgin,” said Bebelle.

“And who gave it you?” asked the Englishman.

“Theophile.”

“And who is Theophile?”

Bebelle broke into a laugh, laughed merrily and heartily, clapped her chubby hands, and beat her little feet on the stone pavement of the Place.

“He doesn’t know Theophile!  Why, he doesn’t know any one!  He doesn’t know anything!” Then, sensible of a small solecism in her manners, Bebelle twisted her right hand in a leg of the Corporal’s Bloomer trousers, and, laying her cheek against the place, kissed it.

“Monsieur Theophile, I believe?” said the Englishman to the Corporal.

“It is I, monsieur.”

“Permit me.”  Mr. The Englishman shook him heartily by the hand and turned away.  But he took it mighty ill that old Monsieur Mutuel in his patch of sunlight, upon whom he came as he turned, should pull off his cap to him with a look of pleased approval.  And he muttered, in his own tongue, as he returned the salutation, “Well, walnut-shell!  And what business is it of yours?”

Mr. The Englishman went on for many weeks passing but disturbed evenings and worse nights, and constantly experiencing that those aforesaid windows in the houses of Memory and Mercy rattled after dark, and that he had very imperfectly nailed them up.  Likewise, he went on for many weeks daily improving the acquaintance of the Corporal and Bebelle.  That is to say, he took Bebelle by the chin, and the Corporal by the hand, and offered Bebelle sous and the Corporal cigars, and even got the length of changing pipes with the Corporal and kissing Bebelle.  But he did it all in a shamefaced way, and always took it extremely ill that Monsieur Mutuel in his patch of sunlight should note what he did.  Whenever that seemed to be the case, he always growled in his own tongue, “There you are again, walnut-shell!  What business is it of yours?”

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