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We want to be law-abiding, but how can we, unless we begin everything all over again? Law? You tell me, what is the law!" Miss Lady and her stout-hearted friend, Clarisse Delchasse, found abundance at hand to engage their activities. Miss Lady ran from one part to another of the great house which once she had known so familiarly.
"To-morrow?" cried Madame Delchasse; and Miss Lady also turned upon him a startled and supplicating look. "Yes," said he, "it's no use to promise what one can't be sure of doing. I know that we are not very far from the Big House station. We can't miss it, because we can't cross the railroad without knowing it, and you know the railroad would lead us directly to the place.
But madame is lonely. She is not receive' by the old French familles. Monsieur Delchasse is dead, her shildren are dead she is alone. She take Louise Loisson home to live. My faith! she is watch her like the cat." "But how about this dancing? Why does she need to dance?" queried Eddring. "Ah, she has dance two, t'ree time in the house of Madame Delchasse.
"Yes, Madame Delchasse," said Eddring, "it's a cat about eight feet long a panther, as Miss Lady says. But it's a mile away, and it doesn't want to get any wetter than it is; and it wouldn't hurt us anyhow. I assure you, you need have not the slightest fear. Water and fire are not exactly in the panther's line, so you can rest assured that he will not trouble you.
There's Mrs. Delchasse, a-stewing and a-kicking all the time because she wants to go back to New Orleans. I tell her she can't go, because she's got to stay here and take care of you. Now I'm fit to hunt b'ah. I can tell by looking at a b'ah's track which way he's going to run. Same way with Mrs. Delchasse. She can just look at a cook stove and tell what it's going to do.
I don't understand all these things. And Mr. Eddring and Colonel Cal seem to want to talk to each other, and not to us." "Bah! Those men!" said Madame Delchasse. "What can they do but for us? This place, it is horrible neglect'. But come, I show you my soss-pan." As Miss Lady had said, Blount and Eddring were long and eagerly engaged in conversation.
Madame Delchasse " this as Miss Lady drew her companion toward him with one hand, "I am glad to see you. It you ever befriended this girl, you are our friend here. Come in, and we will take care of you the best we can, though we've not much left not much left.
"No, not quite too late," said Blount. "There is a little left not much. Who's with you?" "The one you sent for," said Eddring, stepping aside, "and this is Madame Delchasse, the one woman, Colonel, whom you and I ought to thank with all our hearts. She has been the friend of Miss Lady when certainly she needed one." Blount stepped forward, a smile softening his grim face.
He told Blount of the discovery of Miss Lady living in the care of the old Frenchwoman, Madame Delchasse Miss Lady, as they had both more than suspected, none other than Louise Loisson, the mysterious dancer in the city of New Orleans; told of the plot which he was satisfied had been the motive of Henry Decherd in inducing Miss Lady to accompany him upon the steamer.
Behold all! You know so much as any gentleman of Nouvelle Orleans you have the tenderloin of trout?" After breakfast Eddring strolled over to the box office of the Odeon; but though he made diligent inquiry of the young man who met him at the window, the latter could give him no satisfaction beyond the mention of the address on the Esplanade where dwelt Madame Delchasse.
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