Ellice Quentin, and other storiesHawthorne, Julian
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Ellice Quentin, and other stories
Hawthorne, Julian
American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
'Monsieur!' said a gentle voice near me. 'Pardon, Monsieur!'
Could such words be addressed to me? As I tottered on the shifting
pebbles, throwing dazed glances here and there, I became aware that a
lady, middle-aged and of noble demeanour, was standing beside me with a
folded peignoir in her hands.
'Pardon, but did Monsieur chance to be searching for anything?' she
asked in French.
'My peignoir----'
'I have perceived that Monsieur dropped this upon entering the water:
it shall be his perhaps?' and with a smile too truly polite even to
seem compassionate this angel of mature years placed my own identical
peignoir in my arms.
I clutched it as Macbeth clutched the phantom dagger; only more
fortunate than the thane, I felt it in my grasp. Some part of my senses
returned to me.
'Madame,' I stuttered as well as my chattering teeth would let me, 'you
come from doing me the greatest favour woman can confer upon man. I
shall never forget it. I thank you, madame, from the depths of my soul,
and I salute you with the most distinguished gratitude and respect.'
The doer of this noble action bowed and smiled graciously, and I, with
my peignoir about me, stalked boldly through the crowd to my toilet
cabin. The distance was not great, but such was the glow of gratitude
in my heart that by the time I arrived there I was not only warm but
almost dry. Nor did the effect of this kindness stop at my skin; my
immortal part, as Jeff might have called it, was sweetened and exalted;
never, that I could remember, had I been succoured so opportunely or
in such poignant need. Be that lady who she might she was worthy of
all homage, and if it would have done her any good I believe that,
confirmed bachelor though I was, I would have offered her my hand and
heart as soon as I had finished my toilet.
But I trusted to my good genius to find me some better way of requiting
her favour. It is sad to reflect how few ways there are of obliging
our fellow-creatures. People would do more for one another but for the
difficulty of finding something at once practical and practicable to
do.
The first thing that attracted my notice, when I issued from my cabin
and returned to the beach, was that the haze, which all the morning had
lain along the horizon, had now thickened greatly and advanced upon the
shore. Nothing was visible at twenty paces, and the fog, shone through
by the sun, drifted softly over the bustling crowd, which was already
beginning to stream homewards.
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