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I feared it. That is what I feared. But ah! since it makes no difference to him now, it makes little to me. I feared it. That accounts for his leaving it to me, poor milatraise." "But would you have imagined, madame, that all he had was barely three thousand dollars?" "Ah! three thousand ah! Michié Ducour," she said between a sob and a moan, "that is not so little. Three thousand!
There was first the carriage with the priest and the acolytes; then the hearse; then a carriage in which sat the cotton buyer's clerk, he had had but one, his broker, and two men of that singular sort that make it a point to go to everybody's funeral; then a carriage occupied by Attalie's other lodgers, and then, in a carriage bringing up the rear, were Camille Ducour and Madame Brouillard.
She even did what Stevenson says is so good, but not so easy, to do, "to keep a few friends, but these without capitulation." For instance there was Camille Ducour. That was not his name; but as we have called the woman A.B., let the man be represented as C.D. He, too, was a quadroon; an f.m.c. His personal appearance has not been described to us, but he must have had one.
In Paris, where my brother lives, that would be fifteen thousand francs. Ah! Michié Ducour, I never guessed half that much, Michié Ducour, I tell you he was too good to be rich." Her eyes stood full. Camille started busily from his leaning posture and they began again to be active. But, as I have said, their relations were reversed once more.
You will be glad to know there will still be something left for Madame Brouillard. And now, Mr. Ducour," he arose and approached the pallid scamp, smiling benevolently, "remember us as your friends, who will watch you" he smote him on the shoulder with all the weight of his open palm "with no ordinary interest.
An hour later, when the black maid returned from an errand, she found her mistress at the head of the stairs near the Englishman's door, talking in suppressed tones to Camille Ducour, who, hat in hand, seemed to have just dropped in and to be just going out again. He went, and Attalie said to her maid that he was "so good" and was going to come and sit up all night with the sick man.
Do that, Madame Brouillard, as quickly as you can. I will wait here." But the kneeling figure hesitated, with intense distress in her upturned face: "What are you going to do, Michié Ducour?" "We are going to make you sole legatee." "I do not want it! How are you going to do it? How?" "In a way which he knows about and approves." Attalie hid her shapely forehead again on the dead hand.
Being a cotton buyer did not answer the question. He might be getting very large pay or very small; or even none. Some men had got rich without ever charging anything for their services. The cotton business those days was a perfectly lovely business so many shady by-paths and circuitous labyrinths. Even in the law why, sometimes even he, Camille Ducour, did not charge anything.
"O Michié Ducour!" the trembling woman whispered, "those three witnesses will never do. I am in debt to every one of them!" "Madame Brouillard, the one you owe the most to will be the best witness. Well? What next?" "O my dear friend! what is this going to cost? in money, I mean. I am so afraid of lawyers' accounts!
We wish you to feel at all times free to call upon any or all of us for advice, and to bear in mind that our eyes are ever on you with a positively solicitous interest. You are a busy man, Mr. Ducour, living largely by your wits, and we must not detain you longer. We are glad that you are yourself to receive fifteen hundred dollars.
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