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Book, page 31 / 152 together. Estelle would have liked to do the same, but her mother and Mademoiselle Julienne considered the sport not convenable for a demoiselle. Arthur was once or twice induced to try the Abbe's rod, but he found it as mere a toy as that of the boy; and the mere action of throwing it made his heart so sick with the contrast with the 'paidling in the burns' of his childhood, that he had no inclination to continue the attempt, either in the slow canal or the broadening river. He was still very shy with the Countess, who was not in spirits to set him at ease; and the Abbe puzzled him, as is often the case when inexperienced strangers encounter unacknowledged deficiency. The perpetual coaxing chatter, and undisguised familiarity of La Jeunesse with the young ecclesiastic did not seem to the somewhat haughty cast of his young Scotch mind quite becoming, and he held aloof; but with the two children he was quite at ease, and was in truth their great resource. He made Ulysse's fishing-rod, baited it, and held the boy when he used it--nay, he once even captured a tiny fish with it, to the ecstatic pity of both children. He played quiet games with them, and told them stories--conversed on Telemaque with Estelle, or read to her from his one book, which was Robinson Crusoe--a little black copy in pale print, with the margins almost thumbed away, which he had carried in his pocket when he ran away from school, and nearly knew by heart. Estelle was deeply interested in it, and varied in opinion whether she should prefer Calypso's island or Crusoe's, which she took for as much matter of fact as did, a century later, Madame Talleyrand, when, out of civility to Mr. Robinson, she inquired after 'ce bon Vendredi.' She inclined to think she should prefer Friday to the nymphs. 'A whole quantity of troublesome womenfolk to fash one,' said Arthur, who had not arrived at the age of gallantry. 'You would never stay there!' said Estelle; 'you would push us over the rock like Mentor. I think you are our Mentor, for I am sure you tell us a great deal, and you don't scold.' 'Mentor was a cross old man,' said Ulysse.
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