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e your permits on demand of a guard. It shall be stated," he threatened, "in the _proces-verbal_." Then Le Bour turned on his muddy heel and launched a parting volley at the Baron denouncing his chateau and everything connected with him. "Do not forget the time you stole the ducks of my uncle," cried the Baron, shaking a clenched fist at the old man, "or the morning--" But his words were lost on Le Bour, who had disappeared in the hedge. By eleven-thirty we had killed some two dozen birds and three hares; and as we were now stricken with "the appetite of the wolf," we turned back to the chateau for breakfast. Here a sponge and a rub-down sent us in gay spirits down to the billiard-room, where a bottle of port was in waiting--a rare bottle for particular occasions. It was "the last of a dozen," explained the Baron as we touched glasses, sent to the chateau by Napoleon in payment for a night's lodging during one of his campaigns. "The very time, in fact," he added, "when the little towers lost their tops." Under the spell of the Emperor's port the Vicomte regained his nerves, and even the unpleasant incident of the morning was half forgotten while the piano in the historic salon rang merrily under Tanrade's touch until we filed in to luncheon. It was as every French shooting-luncheon is intended to be--a pleasant little fete full of good cheer and understanding; the good soup, the decanters of Burgundy, the clean red-and-white checkered napkins and cloth, the heavy family silver, the noiseless old servants--and what an appetite we had! What a _souffle_ of potatoes, and such chicken smothered in cream! And always the "good kind wine," until the famous cheese that Tanrade had waked up Pont du Sable in procuring was passed quickly and went out to the pantry, never to return. Ah, yes! And the warm champagne without which no French breakfast is complete. Over the coffee and liqueurs, the talk ran naturally to gallantry. "Ah, _les femmes_! The memories," as the Baron had said. "You should have seen Babette Deslys five years ago," remarked one of our jolly company when the Baron had left the room in search of some milder cigars. I saw the Vicomte raise his eyebrows in subtle warning to the speaker, who, like myself, knew the Baron but slightly. If he was treading upon delicate ground he was unconscious of it, this _bon vivant_ of a Parisian; for he continued rapidly in his enthusiasm, despite a second hopeles
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