The cure at home always says, 'Now, Jacques
Colibris--_there's_ a man who is a model husband and father.'" He drank
a deep draught of cider.
"They arrive to-morrow," interpolated Madame Chalumeau hastily, with a
hunted expression, "Victor and Felicite and Theodore. Also Theo's
_fiancee_, an English girl. I have a letter from Victor--I will read it
to you."
Taking the letter from her pocket, and ruthlessly interrupting his
remarks on the English as viewed by himself, she began to read:
"My dear Sister--On Tuesday we shall arrive, I, my wife, our
boy, and his _fiancee_, Lady Brigit Mead. She is a very beautiful and
charming young lady, and I am sure you will all admire her. Felicite,
who is very wise, fears that she, Lady Brigit, may not care for Falaise,
for she is, my dear sister, the daughter of a Count. But I, who am even
wiser, know that she will. Dear Falaise, to me always the most beautiful
town in the world, who could help loving thee? Now, my good Bathilde, I
wish you to go to Berton of the Chevreuil d'Or and engage rooms for Lady
Brigit. Two rooms, one without a bed, for a _salon_. Tell him they must
be very nice, and you, I know, will see that they are clean.
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