|Newspaper Title||The Bendigo Independent (Vic. : 1891 - 1918)|
|Trove Title||The Devil's Own. An Australian Story|
THE DEVIL'S OWN.
AN AUSTRALIAN STORY
CHAPTER XVI. (Continued).
BY MRS. RICHMOND HENTY. (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.)
“That will do, though I fancy she prefers roses,” he said to himself. “I’ll take that bouquet,” he said to the florist, putting his hand in his pocket.
That is an order, sir,” said tho woman, “but Iwill make you ono like it in a very short time—1 am really very sorry—” “No, it does not matter—in fact I should prefer roses, all roses and daphne, and choice ones, but you may put in the heliotrope." “If you are passing this way, sir, I will have ono or two ready for your approval,” “No, you can send'them; I shall trust to you to send mo good flowers—not red or pink, mind, white or pale colors, and plenty of daphne, I see it is very plentiful here. Hero, take the address. ” Ho took out a card from his pockctbook and wrote on it—“ Mrs. Cholmondlev, with Mr. Forth’s compliments." “Bon jour, Madame,” said a well* known voice behind, and turning ho saw Gustave, to whom the florist was handing tho bouquet ho had admired. “Hallo Gustavo, is that you?—you’ve cut mo out this time—where are you off to?” Tho woman wont to the back of tho shop for a box to place tho bouquet in., Gustavo waited till she was out of hearing, then said, cautiously, in a low voice : “It is for his Excellency—Bavtou—com pronnez?" “Yes, I oomprenoz, ’’ said Forth, laughing 03 ho left tho shop. Gustavo followed mm. “Pardon, monsieur, but does monnieur want mo at all—1 am at monsieur’s service.” “No, you won’t bo wanted till your master returns, Gustave.” “I would like to see tho gold mines e’est possible,” said Gustavo. “ Certainly—bo off as soon ns you can. Hero —this will buy you cigars for your journey,” said Forth, handing him a sovereign. “Merei, moroi, Monsieur,” said tho courier, pleased at Forth’s attention more than at the gift, for Forth was a great favorite of Gustave’s—they always got on well with each other. Gustavo, knowing-well that Forth was a true gentleman, always treated him with great respect, often wondering at Forth’s choice of sueh a life with so ill-mannered a baronet; ond, with his knowledge of the world, the courier had long since come to tho wise conclusion that his master’s friend h#d some strong reason for playing poodle to Sir Hubert.