"Well, of course," murmured another; and the four rose up, smiling
courteously, the doctor and attorney advancing and shaking hands with
the priest.
No--Pere Jerome thanked them--he could not sit down.
"This, I believe you know, Jean, is Madame Delphine"--
The quadroone courtesied.
"A friend of mine," he added, smiling kindly upon her, and turning, with
something imperative in his eye, to the group. "She says she has an
important private matter to communicate."
"To me?" asked Jean Thompson.
"To all of you; so I will--Good-evening." He responded nothing to the
expressions of regret, but turned to Madame Delphine. She murmured
something.
"Ah! yes, certainly." He addressed the company "She wishes me to speak
for her veracity; it is unimpeachable. Well, good-evening." He shook
hands and departed.
The four resumed their seats, and turned their eyes upon the standing
figure.
"Have you something to say to us?" asked Jean Thompson, frowning at her
law-defying bonnet.
"Oui," replied the woman, shrinking to one side, and laying hold of one
of the benches, "_mo oule di' tou' c'ose_"--I want to tell every thing.
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