"_Miche Vignevielle la plis bon homme di moune_"--the best man in the
world; "_mo pas capabe li fe tracas_"--I cannot give him trouble. "_Mo
pas capable, non; m'ole di' tous c'ose_." She attempted to fan herself,
her face turned away from the attorney, and her eyes rested on the
ground.
"Take a seat," said Doctor Varrillat, with some suddenness, starting
from his place and gently guiding her sinking form into the corner of
the bench. The ladies rose up; somebody had to stand; the two races
could not both sit down at once--at least not in that public manner.
"Your salts," said the physician to his wife. She handed the vial.
Madame Delphine stood up again.
"We will all go inside," said Madame Thompson, and they passed through
the gate and up the walk, mounted the steps, and entered the deep, cool
drawing-room.
Madame Thompson herself bade the quadroone be seated.
"Well?" said Jean Thompson, as the rest took chairs.
"_C'est drole_"--it's funny--said Madame Delphine, with a piteous effort
to smile, "that nobody thought of it.
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