This picture of perfect bliss floated before the winking eyes of
Master Pothier, and his mouth watered in anticipation of his Eden,
not of flowers and trees, but of tables, cups, and platters, with
plenty to fill them, and to empty them as well.
"A worthy gentleman and a brave officer, I warrant!" said Pothier,
as he jogged along. "He is generous as a prince, and considerate as
a bishop, fit for a judge, nay, for a chief justice! What would you
do for him, Master Pothier?" the old notary asked himself. "I
answer the interrogatory of the Court: I would draw up his marriage
contract, write his last will and testament with the greatest of
pleasure and without a fee!--and no notary in New France could do
more for him!" Pothier's imagination fell into a vision over a
consideration of his favorite text--that of the great sheet, wherein
was all manner of flesh and fowl good for food, but the tongue of
the old notary would trip at the name of Peter, and perversely say,
"Rise, Pothier; kill, and eat."
CHAPTER IX.
PIERRE PHILIBERT.
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