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Richling repressed a smile. "Thank you! But I don't care to invest it." "Pay you ten pe' cent. a month." "But we can't spare it," said Richling, smiling toward Mary. "We may need part of it ourselves." "I tell you, 'eally, Mistoo Itchlin, I nevveh baw' money; but it juz 'appen I kin use that juz at the pwesent."
Indignation, wrath, self-hatred, dismay, in undefined confusion, usurped the faculties of sight and hearing and motion. "Mistoo Itchlin," said Narcisse, "I 'ope you fine you'seff O.K., seh, if you'll egscuse the slang expwession." Richling started to move away, but checked himself. "I'm well, sir, thank you, sir; yes, sir, I'm very well." "I billieve you, seh. You ah lookin' well."
"Mistoo Claude, I see a gen'leman dis day noon what I ain't see' befo' since 'bout six year' an' mo'. I disremember his name, but " "Tarbox?" asked Claude with sudden interest. "Yes, seh. Dass it! Tah-bawx. Sim like any man ought to 'member dat name. Him an' you papa done gone down de canal. Yes, seh; in a pirogue.
I stay in, in fact. I stay at my 'ouse to light' those egspenze'!" They were all agreed that expenses could be lightened thus. "And by making believe you don't want things," said Mary. "Ah!" exclaimed Narcisse, "I nevvah kin do that!" and Richling gave a laugh that was not without sympathy. "But I muz tell you, Mistoo Itchlin, I am aztonizh at you." An instant apprehension seized John and Mary.
"Well, you know, Mistoo Itchlin, so the povvub says, 'Silent give consense. He juz look at me nevvah said a word ha! he couldn'! You not lookin' ve'y well, Mistoo Itchlin. I suppose 'tis that waum weatheh."
Mistoo Itchlin, you would be aztonizh to know 'ow bad I want some money, in fact; exceb that I am too pwoud to dizclose you that state of my condition!" He paused and looked from John to Mary, and from Mary to John again. "Why, I'll declare," said Richling, sincerely, dropping forward with his chin on his hand, "I'm sorry to hear" But Narcisse interrupted.
"Diffyculty with me I am not willing to baw'." Mary drew a long breath and glanced at her husband. He changed his attitude and, looking upon the floor, said, "Yes, yes." He slowly marked the bare floor with the edge of his shoe-sole. "And yet there are times when duty actually" "I believe you, Mistoo Itchlin," said Narcisse, quickly forestalling Mary's attempt to speak.
But thass the way with me always making some i'onies." He stopped with a sudden change of countenance, and resumed gravely: "Mistoo Itchlin, looks to me like you' lookin' ve'y salad." He fanned himself with his hat. "I dunno 'ow 'tis with you, Mistoo Itchlin, but I fine myseff ve'y oppwessive thiz evening." "I don't find you so," said Richling, smiling broadly. And he did not.
The approach of another passer roused him, and he started on. The step gained upon him closed up with him; and at the moment when he expected to see the person go by, a hand was laid gently on his shoulder. "Mistoo Itchlin, I 'ope you well, seh!" One may take his choice between the two, but there is no escaping both in this life: the creditor the borrower. Either, but never neither.
You see! de fust t'ing dey gwine ass you when you come at Gran' Point' 'Is Mistoo Wallis biggin to grind? Well, seh, like I tell you, yeh de sugah-house, an' dah de road. Dat road fetch you at Gran' Point'." An hour later the stranger, quite alone, had left behind him the broad smooth road, between rustling walls of sugar-cane, that had brought him through Belle Alliance plantation.
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