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The Doctor introduced Richling with due ceremony Richling could not, of course, after this accession of numbers, go on being funny. The mistake was trivial, but all saw it. Still the meeting was pleasant. The girls were very intelligent and vivacious. Richling found a certain refreshment in their graceful manners, like what we sometimes feel in catching the scent of some long-forgotten perfume.
"Before you begin, Reisen, I want to ask you a question. I've noticed for a month past that Mr. Richling rides in your bread-carts alongside the drivers on their rounds. Don't you know you ought not to require such a thing as that from a person like Mr. Richling? Mr. Richling's a gentleman, Reisen, and you make him mount up in those bread-carts, and jump out every few minutes to deliver bread!"
But as Narcisse delivered the receipted bill, with an elaborate gesture of courtesy, and Richling began to fold it for his pocket, the Creole remarked: "I 'ope you will excuse the 'an'-a-'iting." Richling reopened the paper; the penmanship was beautiful. "Do you ever write better than this?" he asked. "Why, I wish I could write half as well!" "No; I do not fine that well a-'itten.
But I think that will be soon. Her mother has had these attacks before. I have good hopes that before long Mrs. Richling will actually be here." Richling began to move away down the crowded market-house, but Narcisse said: "Thass yo' di'ection? 'Tis the same, mine. We may accompany togetheh if you'll allow yo' 'umble suvvant?" "Come along! You do me honor!"
Richling, but do you wish to be called Mrs. Richling?" "Yes," said Mary, and "Certainly," said Mr. Thornton. "Well, Mrs. Richling, Mr. Thornton has some money for your husband. Not a great deal, but still some. The younger of the two sisters died a few weeks ago. She was married, but she was rich in her own right. She left almost everything to her sister; but Mr.
Richling, incensed, had turned her back, and Richling was saying good-day. "She did say the room was vacant!" exclaimed the little wife, as they reached the sidewalk. But the next moment there came a quick twinkle from her eye, and, waving her husband to go on without her, she said, "You kin paz yondeh; at Madame La Rose I am shoe you be pritty sick."
If that isn't what they were sent for" he dropped into a tone of reflection "then I don't understand them." "And suppose you don't understand," said the Doctor, with his cold, grim look. "Oh!" rejoined Richling, in amiable protest; "but a man would like to understand." "Like to yes," replied the Doctor; "but be careful. The spirit that must understand is the spirit that can't trust." He paused.
In all that time, and this very night, one letter, one line almost, and he could have ended his waiting; but he was not seeking his own happiness. They smiled together. "Well, good-by again. Don't think I'm always going to persecute you with my solicitude." "I'm not worth it," said Richling, slipping slowly down from his high stool and letting the little man out into the street.
She pointed to Narcisse and the policeman gathering up the scattered lot of tiny things. Her eyes filled with tears, but still shot lightning. "If he's hurrted me, he's got 'o suffer fur ud, Mr. Richlin'!" And she expanded again. "Carriage, sir, carriage?" continued the man with the whip. "Yes!" said Richling and Mrs. Ristofalo in a breath.
"Yes, I suppose so; and then you'll tell me how you invested it, will you?" "Yes, but you couldn't do it." "Why not?" Raphael Ristofalo laughed. "Oh! fifty reason'." Ristofalo and Richling had hardly separated, when it occurred to the latter that the Italian had first touched him from behind. Had Ristofalo recognized him with his back turned, or had he seen him earlier and followed him?
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