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The Bohemian Girl
ever go elsewhere. You shall pass your old age in a big chair in
the best room, and Camille and I will nurse your gout and make
herb-tea for you.”
“ And I shall sit and think of what might have been.”
“Yes, we’ll indulge all your little foibles. You shall sit and
c feel foolish ’—from dawn to dewy eve.”
XII
If you had chanced to be walking in the Bois-de-Boulogne this
afternoon, you might have seen a smart little basket-phaeton flash
past, drawn by two glossy bays, and driven by a woman—a
woman with sparkling eyes, a lovely colour, great quantities of
soft dark hair, and a figure—
“ Helas, mon pere, la taille d’une deesse ”—
a smiling woman, in a wonderful blue-grey toilet, grey driving-
gloves, and a bold-brimmed grey-felt hat with waving plumes.
And in the man beside her you would have recognised your
servant. You would have thought me in great luck, perhaps you
would have envied me. But—esse, qumn videri !—I would I were
as enviable as I looked.
The Bohemian Girl
ever go elsewhere. You shall pass your old age in a big chair in
the best room, and Camille and I will nurse your gout and make
herb-tea for you.”
“ And I shall sit and think of what might have been.”
“Yes, we’ll indulge all your little foibles. You shall sit and
c feel foolish ’—from dawn to dewy eve.”
XII
If you had chanced to be walking in the Bois-de-Boulogne this
afternoon, you might have seen a smart little basket-phaeton flash
past, drawn by two glossy bays, and driven by a woman—a
woman with sparkling eyes, a lovely colour, great quantities of
soft dark hair, and a figure—
“ Helas, mon pere, la taille d’une deesse ”—
a smiling woman, in a wonderful blue-grey toilet, grey driving-
gloves, and a bold-brimmed grey-felt hat with waving plumes.
And in the man beside her you would have recognised your
servant. You would have thought me in great luck, perhaps you
would have envied me. But—esse, qumn videri !—I would I were
as enviable as I looked.