"
"Non? Not marrie 'Sieur George? _Mais comment_?"
"She's going to marry the tall gentleman."
"_Diable!_ ze long gentyman!"--With his hands upon his forehead, he
watched the carriage trundle away. It passed out of sight through the
rain; he turned to enter the house, and all at once tottered under the
weight of a tremendous thought--they had left the trunk! He hurled
himself up-stairs as he had done seven years before, but again--"Ah,
bah!!"--the door was locked, and not a picayune of rent due.
Late that night a small square man, in a wet overcoat, fumbled his way
into the damp entrance of the house, stumbled up the cracking stairs,
unlocked, after many languid efforts, the door of the two rooms, and
falling over the hair-trunk, slept until the morning sunbeams climbed
over the balcony and in at the window, and shone full on the back of his
head. Old Kookoo, passing the door just then, was surprised to find it
slightly ajar--pushed it open silently, and saw, within, 'Sieur George
in the act of rising from his knees beside the mysterious trunk! He had
come back to be once more the tenant of the two rooms.
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