He was asked to sit upon the sofa, and in so
doing upset the plateful of salad upon the floor. Pauline smiled,
was down upon her knees in an instant, before he could prevent her,
picked up the vegetables and put them back again. To tell the truth,
they were rather dirty; and she, therefore, washed them in a hand-
basin. Zachariah asked her if she had been out that day.
"I?--to go with the Lord Mayor and bless the good God for giving us
back Louis Bourbon? No Mr. Coleman; if the good God did give us
Louis back again, I wouldn't bless Him for it, and I don't think He
had much to do with it. So there were two reasons why I didn't go."
Zachariah was a little puzzled, a little shocked, and a little out of
his element.
"I thought you might have gone to see the procession and hear the
music."
"I hate processions. Whenever I see one, and am squeezed and
trampled on just because those fine people may ride by, I am
humiliated and miserable. As for the music, I hate that too. It is
all alike, and might as well be done by machinery. Come, you are
eating nothing. What conspiracy have you and my father hatched to-
night?"
"Conspiracy!" said Jean.
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