"Quite so," I interrupted, edging towards the gate and signifying
with a gesture of the hand that I had heard enough.

Old Trewoon's voice followed me.

"I reckon, sir, we best agree, for the sake o' the dear old fella,
that such a sight as them two Churchwardens was enough to make any
gentleman take to his bed. But"--as the gate rang on its hasp and
rang again--"I've been thinkin' powerful _what might ha' happened if
his Lordship had turned up in due time to partake_."


Master Dick is a good boy; and when we met in the Christmas vacation
no allusion was made to the Mont-Bazillac. On my part, I am absolved
from my promised confession, and my lips shall remain locked.
That great, that exhilarating, that redoubtable wine, has--with the
nuptials of M. Sebillot's daughter--perished finally from earth.
I wonder what happened in Bergerac on that occasion, and if it had a
comparable apotheosis!



THE THREE NECKLACES.


"A great nation!" said the little Cure. "But yes, indeed, the
English are a very great nation. And now I have seen them at home!
But it passes expression, monsieur, what a traveller I find myself!"