Historical fiction; Love stories; Philadelphia (Pa.) -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction; Sea stories
"Pick up those bags and let us have no more words about it," said he to
the carter. "This gentleman is much too old to be in the haste I am,
and the lady," with a nod of his handsome head, and a smile, "much too
beautiful to worry about a moment more or less."
"It may be," said the pacific carrier, "that I can carry you all. The
cart is large, as you see, and--"
The hectoring young man smiled good-humoredly, and threw his
saddle-bags into the conveyance.
"Now," commanded he, "in with you, before I take you by the neck."
Overpowered by the assurance of the other, the man was about to do as
bidden; but the girl came forward, spiritedly.
"Monsieur," she said, "the conveyance is ours. I am very sorry, but
you'll have to look elsewhere--or await the man's return."
"Await!" The big man smiled at her good-humoredly. "Dear lady, you
don't know what you are saying. I never wait for anything. And just
now I'm so sick of that accursed packet's food that I'm in all haste
to get something fit for the human palate. So bear with me, I beg of
you." With a push of the hand he threw the carter against the wheel of
his cart. "Up with you!" laughed he. "Are you going to keep me here all
day?"
The carter climbed to his seat and took the reins; the big young man
was about to follow him when the girl spoke once more, her fine eyes
full of indignation.
"It seems to be your way to carry a high-handed act off with a pleasant
manner. This does not make your purpose any easier to bear, though you
seem to think it should; but, being a woman, there is no way but words
in which I can show my resentment."
The young man, with one foot on the hub of the wheel, nodded pleasantly.
"At any rate," said he, "you have the spirit. I admire that, and wish
you good luck. Also, I hope you'll not be delayed longer than is
necessary." He climbed up to the seat, and said to the driver, "Get on!"
The girl clenched her hands; and then her eyes met those of Anthony.
Again it was only for an instant; he didn't stop to consider all he
saw there, but thrust one long arm into the conveyance and flung the
saddle-bags to the ground. Then to the old Frenchman he said quietly:
"Are these your things, sir? Allow me to see them placed."
With that he tossed the pieces of baggage into the cart; and while
he was so doing the big young man stepped down and watched him. When
Anthony had done and was dusting off his hands with a blue silk
pocket-handkerchief, the other said:
"That was neatly done, and promptly, too. Mademoiselle," and he smiled
at the girl, "I can see you've found favor with this young man. He
wears the manner always worn by gallants performing under the eyes of
beauty."
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