He will be quite a week getting well again."
"And the cat?" asked our host, comically.
"Pauvre Minette!" answered Madame Mirmiton, with tears in her voice.
"She flew up the chimney. We have never seen her since--two days ago."
"Well, whether you or your bon homme bring them, these oysters are
equally a propos. I am sure ces messieurs will enjoy our natives for
dejeuner. I have it!" he cried, striking his forehead. "You shall have
an early dejeuner, and start immediately after for St. Thegonnec,
instead of delaying it until to-morrow. You will have plenty of time,
and must profit by the fine weather. I will order dejeuner at once, and
the carriage in an hour."
So are there times when our days, and occasionally the whole course of
our lives, are apparently changed by the turning of a straw.
Having mentioned the oysters, we ought also to record their excellence.
Catherine flew about the salle a manger, served us with her own hands,
and gave us her whole attention, for we had the room to ourselves. She
was proud of our praise.
"There is nothing better than our lobsters and oysters," she remarked.
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