"Sing what you like! and never mind Varin, my good fellow," said
Cadet, stretching himself in his chair; "I like the old Canadian
ballads better than all the devil's ditties ever made in Paris! You
must sing your devil's ditties yourself, Varin; our habitans won't,--
that is sure!"
After an hour's roystering at the Fleur-de-Lis the party of
gentlemen returned to the Taverne de Menut a good deal more unsteady
and more obstreperous than when they came. They left Master Pothier
seated in his chair, drunk as Bacchus, and every one of the rest of
his companions blind as Bartemy.
The gentlemen, on their return to the Taverne de Menut, found De
Pean in a rage. Pierre Philibert had followed Amelie to the city,
and learning the cause of her anxiety and unconcealed tears, started
off with the determination to find Le Gardeur.
The officer of the guard at the gate of the Basse Ville was able to
direct him to the right quarter. He hastened to the Taverne de
Menut, and in haughty defiance of De Pean, with whom he had high
words, he got the unfortunate Le Gardeur away, placed him in a
carriage, and took him home, receiving from Amelie such sweet and
sincere thanks as he thought a life's service could scarcely have
deserved.
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