"Praise be to God for that!" said the miller, heartily, "there is some
advantage in living in the wilderness, when everything is said."
"I shall come back and try, Monsieur," said Nick.
The miller raised his hands.
"I assure you that he will not, Monsieur," I put in.
He thanked me profusely, and suddenly an idea seemed to strike him.
"There is the priest," he cried; "Monsieur le cure retires late. There
is the priest, Monsieur."
There was an awkward silence, broken at length by an exclamation from
Gaspard. Colonel Chouteau turned his back, and I saw his shoulders
heave. All eyes were on Nick, but the rascal did not seem at all
perturbed.
"Monsieur," he said, bowing, "marriage is a serious thing, and not to be
entered into lightly. I thank you from my heart, but I am bound now with
Mr. Ritchie on an errand of such importance that I must make a sacrifice
of my own interests and affairs to his."
"If Mr. Temple wishes--" I began, with malicious delight. But Nick took
me by the shoulder.
"My dear Davy," he said, giving me a vicious kick, "I could not think of
it. I will go with you at once. Adieu, Mademoiselle," said he, bending
over Suzanne's unresisting hand. "Adieu, Messieurs, and I thank you for
your great interest in me." (This to Gaspard and Hippolyte.)
"And now, Monsieur Gratiot, I have already presumed too much on your
patience.
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