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Gentymen, de knobs is worse de money! Ladies, if you don' stop dat talkin', I will not sell one thing mo'! Et quarante cinque piastres faw-ty-fi' dollah" "Fifty!" cried Narcisse, who had not owned that much at one time since his father was a constable; realizing which fact, he slipped away upstairs and found Madame Zénobie half crazed at the slaughter of her assets.
Madame Zénobie understood perfectly, and, smiling in response, did tie it as if she were tying her in forever. Half an hour or so later the quadroon, being it may have been by chance at the street door, ushered in a person who simply bowed in silence. But as he put one foot on the stair he paused, and, bending a severe gaze upon her, asked: "Why do you smile?"
They spoke the praises of the day whose sun was just setting. And Mary commended the house, the convenience of its construction, its salubrity; and also, and especially, the excellence and goodness of Madame Zénobie. What a complete and satisfactory arrangement! Was it not? Did not the Doctor think so?
A couple of days after this, during which he had failed to profit by so free a permission, he had been for a quarter of an hour walking with his charge in silence when the boy became sociable again with the remark: "I'll tell you how I know it; I know it through Zenobie." "Zenobie? Who in the world is she?" "A nurse I used to have ever so many years ago. A charming woman.
"Madame Zénobie is for the Union herself." "Ah! no-o-o!" exclaimed the good woman, with an alarmed face. She lifted her shoulders and extended what Narcisse would have called the han' of rep-u-diation; then turned away her face, lifted up her underlip with disrelish, and asked the surrounding atmosphere, "What I got to do wid Union? Nuttin' do wid Union nuttin' do wid Confédéracie!"
Where was this little girl going? They questioned one another as they stood at the doors, for few people in the village knew of her and of the position that M. Vulfran had given her. When they arrived at Mother Françoise's house, Aunt Zenobie was leaning over the gate talking to two women.
The weight of Saidie, tall and well-developed as she was, seemed as nothing to him. "Zenobie, will you hold the lamp at the doorway, that he may see his way?" Saidie cried out, slipping off a thin gold circlet she wore on her arm, and letting it drop into the other's hands. "Farewell, Zenobie; may you be always as happy as I am now."
Perrine was so busy of an evening that she let an entire week pass before she again went to see Rosalie. However, one of the girls at the factory who lodged with Mother Françoise had brought her news of her friend. Perrine, as well as being busy, had been afraid that she might see that terrible Aunt Zenobie and so she had let the days pass.
"I need not see your wife any more," he said, as he went down the stairs with the young husband at his elbow; and the young man had learned him well enough not to oppress him with formal thanks, whatever might have been said or omitted upstairs. Madame Zénobie contrived to be near enough, as they reached the lower floor, to come in for a share of the meagre adieu.
They were able, however, to speak, and Rayner discovered that they were French. By the captain's directions he inquired the name of the ship. "The Zenobie frigate, of forty guns and three hundred and forty men," was the answer.
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