"Miche."
"Wad you wand?" asked he, gently.
"If it arrive to me to die----"
"Yez?"
Her words were scarcely audible:
"I wand you teg kyah my lill" girl."
"You "ave one lill" gal, Madame Carraze?"
She nodded with her face down.
"An" you G.o.dd some mo" chillen?"
"No."
"I nevva know dad, Madame Carraze. She"s a lill" small gal?"
Mothers forget their daughters" stature. Madame Delphine said:
"Yez."
For a few moments neither spoke, and then Monsieur Vignevielle said:
"I will do dad."
"Lag she been you" h-own?" asked the mother, suffering from her own boldness.
"She"s a good lill" chile, eh?"
"Miche, she"s a lill" hangel!" exclaimed Madame Delphine, with a look of distress.
"Yez; I teg kyah "v "er, lag my h-own. I mague you dad promise."
"But----" There was something still in the way, Madame Delphine seemed to think.
The banker waited in silence.
"I suppose you will want to see my lill" girl?"
He smiled; for she looked at him as if she would implore him to decline.
"Oh, I tek you" word fo" hall dad, Madame Carraze. It mague no differend wad she loog lag; I don" wan" see "er."
Madame Delphine"s parting smile--she went very shortly--was grat.i.tude beyond speech.
Monsieur Vignevielle returned to the seat he had left, and resumed a newspaper,--the _Louisiana Gazette_ in all probability,--which he had laid down upon Madame Delphine"s entrance. His eyes fell upon a paragraph which had previously escaped his notice. There they rested.
Either he read it over and over unwearyingly, or he was lost in thought.
Jean Thompson entered.
"Now," said Mr. Thompson, in a suppressed tone, bending a little across the table, and laying one palm upon a package of papers which lay in the other, "it is completed. You could retire from your business any day inside of six hours without loss to anybody." (Both here and elsewhere, let it be understood that where good English is given the words were spoken in good French.)
Monsieur Vignevielle raised his eyes and extended the newspaper to the attorney, who received it and read the paragraph. Its substance was that a certain vessel of the navy had returned from a cruise in the Gulf of Mexico and Straits of Florida, where she had done valuable service against the pirates--having, for instance, destroyed in one fortnight in January last twelve pirate vessels afloat, two on the stocks, and three establishments ash.o.r.e.
"United States brig _Porpoise_," repeated Jean Thompson. "Do you know her?"
"We are acquainted," said Monsieur Vignevielle.
CHAPTER VIII.
SHE.
A quiet footstep, a grave new presence on financial sidewalks, a neat garb slightly out of date, a gently strong and kindly pensive face, a silent bow, a new sign in the Rue Toulouse, a lone figure with a cane, walking in meditation in the evening light under the willows of Ca.n.a.l Marigny, a long-darkened window re-lighted in the Rue Conti--these were all; a fall of dew would scarce have been more quiet than was the return of Ursin Lemaitre-Vignevielle to the precincts of his birth and early life.
But we hardly give the event its right name. It was Capitaine Lemaitre who had disappeared; it was Monsieur Vignevielle who had come back. The pleasures, the haunts, the companions, that had once held out their charms to the impetuous youth, offered no enticements to Madame Delphine"s banker. There is this to be said even for the pride his grandfather had taught him, that it had always held him above low indulgences; and though he had dallied with kings, queens, and knaves through all the mazes of Faro, Rondeau, and c.r.a.ps, he had done it loftily; but now he maintained a peaceful estrangement from all.
Evariste and Jean, themselves, found him only by seeking.
"It is the right way," he said to Pere Jerome, the day we saw him there.
"Ursin Lemaitre is dead. I have buried him. He left a will. I am his executor."
"He is crazy," said his lawyer brother-in-law, impatiently.
"On the contr-y," replied the little priest, ""e "as come ad hisse"f."
Evariste spoke.
"Look at his face, Jean. Men with that kind of face are the last to go crazy."
"You have not proved that," replied Jean, with an attorney"s obstinacy.
"You should have heard him talk the other day about that newspaper paragraph. "I have taken Ursin Lemaitre"s head; I have it with me; I claim the reward, but I desire to commute it to citizenship." He is crazy."
Of course Jean Thompson did not believe what he said; but he said it, and, in his vexation, repeated it, on the _banquettes_ and at the clubs; and presently it took the shape of a sly rumor, that the returned rover was a trifle snarled in his top-hamper.
This whisper was helped into circulation by many trivial eccentricities of manner, and by the unaccountable oddness of some of his transactions in business.
"My dear sir!" cried his astounded lawyer, one day, "you are not running a charitable inst.i.tution!"
"How do you know?" said Monsieur Vignevielle. There the conversation ceased.
"Why do you not found hospitals and asylums at once," asked the attorney, at another time, with a vexed laugh, "and get the credit of it?"