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You send word to Claudine that I want to see her at my office to-morrow morning, and you you stay away from the Beach to-day. Give me your word." Mr. Fear's expression softened. "All right, Joe," he said. "I'll do whatever you tell me to. Any of us 'll do that; we sure know who's our friend." "Keep out of trouble, Happy." Joe turned to go and they shook hands. "Good day, and keep out of trouble!"
But that is nothing; I must save you at any price. We will go from here together; we will descend to the village; we will present ourselves at the mayoralty " In spite of myself I made a gesture. "Let me speak, madame," he said. "We have not a moment to lose. Yes, we will present ourselves at the mayoralty, and there I will espouse you, not as Claudine Leroy, but as Alix de Morainville.
"One day, just above a month ago, she climbed the miserable staircase to her lover's lodging; climbed in her glory, dressed like a real countess of the Faubourg Saint-Germain, to our friend's garret. La Palferine, seeing her, said, 'You have made a peeress of yourself I know. But it is too late, Claudine; every one is talking just now about the Southern Cross, I should like it see it!
"One day poor Claudine heard that La Palferine was in a critical position; it was a question of meeting a bill of exchange. An unlucky idea occurred to her; she put a tolerably large sum in gold into an exquisitely embroidered purse and went to him. "'Who has taught you as to be so bold as to meddle with my household affairs? La Palferine cried angrily.
Claudine, who was a bit of a coquette, though she did not altogether reject his suit, gave him little encouragement, so that, betwixt hopes and fears and doubts and jealousies, poor Claperon led a very uneasy kind of life.
She resolved once to ask Maurice whether he had heard anything of it, but, on second thoughts, she decided that it was better to leave the matter alone. There was yet another person on whom Maurice's coming had made a most lively impression. Claudine, as soon after her first sight of him as she could get hold of Lucia, had a dozen questions to ask. "Was he Mademoiselle's brother? Her cousin then?
The name "Claudine" startled her; and although she had had no comprehension of the argot of Happy Fear, the sense of a mysterious catastrophe oppressed her; she was sure that something horrible had happened. She went to the window; touched the shade, which disappeared upward immediately, and lifted the sash.
I would not hear of it at first, for our means were sufficient to allow Claudine to keep all her milk for our own child. But she gave me the very best of reasons. She said she regretted her past flirtations and her extravagance. She wished to earn a little money, being ashamed of doing nothing while I was killing myself with work.
Claudine was tactfully silent. He paid and climbed the stairs to George's table. "The lady's gone. I've taken the high road," he said gloomily. "My God, Olive Oil, she was . . ." George's eyes expanded. "I mean, bazumas!" "Yes," Oliver said. "Bazumas." "That dress! That color!" "How about a little Courvoisier, George?" An hour later, he lurched home and put on La Traviata.
Ballman," settled all ethical questions that intruded themselves upon the milliner. "I will have it ready for you," she said, on returning to Mrs. Claudine. "Very well. But mind," said the lady, "I wish it got up in the very best style. The hurry must not take from its beauty. As for the price, charge what you please." The milliner promised every thing, and Mrs.
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