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Frowenfeld's window was fast growing to be a place of art exposition.
Almost any afternoon you might have seen this vehicle on the Terre aux Boeuf, or Bayou, or Tchoupitoulas Road; and because of the brilliant beauty of its occupants it became known from all other volantes as the "meteor." Frowenfeld's visits were not infrequent; he insisted on Clotdlde's knowing just what was being done with her money.
Grandissime, that is requiring the immigrant to prove his innocence!" Frowenfeld spoke from the heart. "And even the honest immigrant is welcome only when he leaves his peculiar opinions behind him. Is that right, sir?" The Creole smiled at Frowenfeld's heat. "My-de'-seh, my cousins complain that you advocate measures fatal to the prevailing order of society."
But they have apprehended the miscreants; one is actually in hand, and justice will take its course; trust the Grandissimes for that though, really, Joseph, I assure you, I counselled leniency." "Do you say they have caught her?" Frowenfeld's question was sudden and excited; but the next moment he had controlled himself. "H-h-my son, I did not say it was a 'her'!" "Was it not Clemence?
Frowenfeld's diffidence made itself evident in this reiterated phrase. "I do not know that you will see him, but if you should, you know " "Oh, certainly, sir!" The two paused a single instant, exchanging a smile of amiable reminder from the horseman and of bashful but pleased acknowledgment from the one who saw his precepts being reduced to practice. "Well, good-evening, Mr. Frowenfeld."
"And you say that, when you would have inquired for him at Frowenfeld's, you saw Palmyre there, standing and talking with Frowenfeld? Tell me more exactly." And the other, with that grave and gentle economy of words which made his speech so unique, recounted what we amplify: Palmyre had needed no pleading to induce her to exonerate Joseph.
The landlord recognized his error by a fleeting smile. "Alone," said he. "Shall we go into my room?" "S'il vous plait, m'sieu'." Frowenfeld's breakfast, furnished by contract from a neighboring kitchen, stood on the table. It was a frugal one, but more comfortable than formerly, and included coffee, that subject of just pride in Creole cookery.
She was a "study," the gossiping circle at Frowenfeld's used to say; and any observant hearer of her odd aphorisms could see that she herself had made a life-study of herself and her conditions; but she little thought that others some with wits and some with none young hare-brained Grandissimes, Mandarins and the like were silently, and for her most unluckily, charging their memories with her knowing speeches; and that of every one of those speeches she would ultimately have to give account.
Never mind the risk of rough handling; they can but kill you, and you will die anyhow if you stay here." He rose. "I'll send you a chalybeate tonic; or I will leave it at Frowenfeld's to-morrow morning, and you can call there and get it. It will give you an object for going out." The two visitors presently said adieu and retired together.
As she delivered them she courtesied, first to Joseph and then, lower and with hushed gravity, to a person who passed into the shop behind him, bowing and murmuring politely as he passed. She followed the new-comer with her eyes, hastily accepted the price of the cakes, whispered, "Dat's my mawstah," lifted her basket to her head and went away. Her master was Frowenfeld's landlord.
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