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"My sweet, white daughter!" Now the tears were in the girl's eyes. "And could I be whiter than I am?" she asked. "Oh, no, no! 'Tite Poulette," cried the other; "but if we were only real white! both of us; so that some gentleman might come to see me and say 'Madame John, I want your pretty little chick. She is so beautiful. I want to take her home.
In the pitiful weakness of his shattered nerves he turned his face into his pillow and wept like a child. Zalli passed into the next room to hide her emotion. "Maman, dear Maman," said 'Tite Poulette, who had overheard nothing, but only saw the tears. "Ah! my child, my child, my task my task is too great too great for me. Let me go now another time. Go and watch at his bedside."
"If any gentleman should ever love you and ask you to marry, not knowing, you know, promise me you will not tell him you are not white." "It can never be," said 'Tite Poulette. "But if it should," said Madame John pleadingly. "And break the law?" asked 'Tite Poulette, impatiently. "But the law is unjust," said the mother. "But it is the law!" "But you will not, dearie, will you?"
At the same moment Madame John stepped from the wicket, and glided off to the Salle de Condé, a trifle late. "I shall see Madame John, of course," thought the young man, crushing a hope, and rattled the knocker. 'Tite Poulette sprang up from praying for her mother's safety. "What has she forgotten?" she asked herself, and hastened down. The wicket opened. The two innocents were stunned.
"And I must now thank you, sweet nurse, for your care. Sweet nurse! Sweet nurse!" She shook her head in protestation. "Heaven bless you, 'Tite Poulette!" Her face sank lower. "God has made you very beautiful, Tite Poulette!" She stirred not. He reached, and gently took her little hand, and as he drew her one step nearer, a tear fell from her long lashes.
In such strain this young man wrote on trying to demonstrate the utter impossibility of his ever loving the lovable unfortunate, until the midnight tolling of the cathedral clock sent him to bed. About the same hour Zalli and 'Tite Poulette were kissing good-night. "'Tite Poulette, I want you to promise me one thing." "Well, Maman?"
Presently Madame John returned with a little bundle, and they hurried off together. And now what did this mean? Why, by any one of ordinary acuteness the matter was easily understood, but, to tell the truth, Kristian Koppig was a trifle dull, and got the idea at once that some damage was being planned against 'Tite Poulette.
As the panting mother re-entered her room, "See, Maman," said 'Tite Poulette, peeping at the window, "the young gentleman from over the way has crossed!" "Holy Mary bless him!" said the mother. "I will go over," thought Kristian Koppig, "and ask him kindly if he is not making a mistake." "What are they doing, dear?" asked the mother, with clasped hands.
"If I knew Monsieur John?" he said, "certainly! Why, we were chums at school. And he left you so much as that, Madame John? Ah! my old friend John, always noble! And you had it all in that naughty bank? Ah, well, Madame John, it matters little. No, I shall not tell 'Tite Poulette. Adieu." And another time: "If I will let you tell me something? With pleasure, Madame John.
It meant in French, "If he saw us last night!" "Ah! dear," said the mother, her face beaming with fun "What can it be, Maman?" "He speaks oh! ha, ha! he speaks such miserable French!" It came to pass one morning at early dawn that Zalli and 'Tite Poulette, going to mass, passed a café, just as who should be coming out but Monsieur, the manager of the Salle de Condé. He had not yet gone to bed.
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