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shall have to see old Pitt about it, get him to clap on a prohibitive tariff, and put you in the stocks an you smuggle. La, Sir Percy, your chivalry misguides you, said Marguerite coquettishly, you forget that you yourself have imported one bundle of goods from France. Blakeney slowly rose to his feet, and, making a deep and elaborate bow before his wife, he said with consummate gallantry, I had the pick of the market, Madame, and my taste is unerring. More so than your chivalry, I fear, she retorted sarcastically. Odds life, mdear! be reasonable! Do you think I am going to allow my body to be made a pincushion of, by every little frog-eater who dont like the shape of your nose? Lud, Sir Percy! laughed Lady Blakeney as she bobbed him a quaint and pretty curtsey, you need not be afraid! Tis not the men who dislike the shape of my nose. Afraid be demmed! Do you impugn my bravery, Madame? I dont patronize the ring for nothing, do I, Tony? Ive put up the fists with Red Sam before now, andand he didnt get it all his own way either Sfaith, Sir Percy, said Marguerite, with a long and merry laugh, that went echoing along the old oak rafters of the parlour, I would I had seen you then ha! ha! ha! ha!you must have looked a pretty picture and and to be afraid of a little French boy ha! ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! he! he! he! echoed Sir Percy, good-humouredly. La, Madame, you honour me! Zooks! Ffoulkes, mark ye that! I have made my wife laugh!The cleverest woman in Europe! Odds fish, we must have a bowl on that! and he tapped vigorously on the table near him. Hey! Jelly! Quick, man! Here, Jelly! Harmony was once more restored. Mr. Jellyband, with a mighty effort, recovered himself from the many emotions he had experienced within the last half hour. A bowl of punch, Jelly, hot and strong, eh? said Sir Percy. The wits that have just made a clever woman laugh must be whetted! Ha! ha! ha! Hasten, my good Jelly! Nay, there is no time, Sir Percy, interposed Marguerite. The skipper will be here directly and my brother must get on board, or the Day Dream will miss the tide. Time, mdear? There is plenty of time for any gentleman to get drunk and get on board before the turn of the tide. I think, your ladyship, said Jellyband, respectfully, that the young gentleman is coming along now with Sir Percys skipper. Thats right, said Blakeney, then Armand can join us in the merry bowl. Think you, Tony, he added, turning towards the Vicomte, that that jackanapes of yours will join us in a glass? Tell him that we drink in token of reconciliation. In fact you are all such merry company, said Marguerite, that I trust you will forgive me if I bid my brother good-bye in another room. It would have been bad form to protest. Both Lord Antony and Sir Andrew felt that Lady Blakeney could not altogether be in tune with them at that moment. Her love for her brother, Armand St. Just, was deep and touching in the extreme. He had just spent a few weeks with her in her English home, and |
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