The things we do!

He now left his spade and stepped apart, essaying now a
little broken English.
"You seeng my song al_so_, Mademoiselle? You like the old song
from Canadian village, aye? I seeng heem many tam, me."
"Who are you?" demanded Josephine.
"Me, I am Eleazar, the ol' trap' man. Summers, I work here for
Monsieur Dunwodee. Verr' reech man, Monsieur Dunwodee. He say,
'Eleazar, you live here, all right.' When winter come I go back in
the heel, trap ze fur-r, Madame, ze cat, ze h'ottaire, ze meenk,
sometime ze coon, also ze skonk. Pret' soon I'll go h'out for trap
now, Mademoiselle."
"How long have you been here, Eleazar?" she asked.
"Many year, Mademoiselle. In these co'ntree perhaps twent'--thirt'
year, I'll don' know."
"Were you here when the lady lived here?" she demanded of him
directly.
He frowned at this suddenly. "I'll not know what you mean,
Mademoiselle."
"I mean the other lady, the wife of Mr. Dunwody."
"My faith! Monsieur Dunwody he'll live h'alone here, h'all tam.


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