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My hant, she's got a honcle w'at use' to be cluck in a bank, w'at could make the si'natu'e of the pwesiden', as well as of the cashieh, with that so absolute puffegtion, that they tu'n 'im out of the bank! Yesseh. In fact, I thing you ought to know 'ow to 'ite a ve'y fine 'an', Mistoo Itchlin."
Give you good secu'ty give you my note, Mistoo Itchlin, in fact; muz baw fawty aw thutty-five." "Why, I'm very sorry," responded Richling, really ashamed that he could not hold his face straight. "I hope you understand" "Mistoo Itchlin, 'tis baw'd money. If you had a necessity faw it you would use it.
If a fwend 'ave a necessity 'tis anotheh thing you don't feel that libbetty you ah 'ight I honoh you" "I don't feel the same liberty." "Mistoo Itchlin," said Narcisse, with noble generosity, throwing himself a half step forward, "if it was yoze you'd baw' it to me in a minnit!" He smiled with benign delight. "Well, madame, I bid you good evening, Misses Itchlin.
Mistoo Itchlin, I am in indignan' circumstan's. Mistoo Itchlin, if you know the distwess Mistoo Itchlin, if you know 'ow bad I 'ate to baw!" The tears stood in his eyes. "It nea'ly kill me to b " Utterance failed him. "My friend," began Richling. "Mistoo Itchlin," exclaimed Narcisse, dashing away the tears and striking his hand on his heart, "I am yo' fwend, seh!" Richling smiled scornfully.
An' I'm compel' to tell you one thing, Mistoo Itchlin, in fact: I nevvah would leave money with Doctah Seveeah to invez faw me no!" Richling gave a little start, and cast his eyes an instant toward his wife. She spoke. "We'd rather you wouldn't say that to us, Mister " There was a commanding smile at one corner of her lips. "You don't know what a friend"
Narcisse looked at him a moment with a slightly searching glance, dropped his eyes upon his own beautiful feet, and said, in a meditative tone: "I believe you co'ect." But his smile was gone, and Richling saw he had ventured too far. "I wish my wife were here," said Richling; "she might give you better advice than I." "Yes," replied Narcisse, "I believe you co'ect ag'in, Mistoo Itchlin.
'Tis but since yeste'd'y that I jus appen to hea' Dr. Seveeah d'op a saying 'esembling to that. Yesseh, she's a v'ey 'emawkable, Mistoo Itchlin." "Is that what Dr. Sevier said?" Richling began to fear an ambush. "No, seh. What the Doctah say 'twas me'ly to 'emawk in his jocose way you know the Doctah's lill callous, jocose way, Mistoo Itchlin." He waved either hand outward gladsomely.
Well," he seized the visitor's hand, "au' evoi', Mistoo Itchlin." And Narcisse returned to his desk happy in the conviction that Richling had gone away dazzled. Dr. Sevier sat in the great easy-chair under the drop-light of his library table trying to read a book. But his thought was not on the page.
"Mistoo Itchlin, seein' as 'tis you, a puffic gen'leman, 'oo is not goin' to 'efuse that satisfagtion w'at a gen'leman, always a-'eady to give a gen'leman, I bid you faw the pwesen' good-evenin', seh!" He walked away. Richling stood in his tracks dumfounded, crushed.
I'm so'y. Because I know he woon like it, I know, if he fine that you know he's been bawing money to me. Well, Misses Wiley, in fact, thass a ve'y fine gen'leman and lady that Mistoo and Misses Itchlin, in fact?" "Well, now, Mr. Narcisse, ye'r about right? She's just too good to live and he's not much better ha! ha!" She checked her jesting mood. "Yes, sur, they're very peaceable, quiet people.
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