When he had gone she came to me, and, laying her hand upon my arm, said: 'Monsieur, I know you are to be trusted.

You are the friend of a brave man.'" The abbe paused, and smiled over at Iberville.

"You see," he said, "her trust was in your friend, not in my office.

Well, presently she added: 'I know that Monsieur Iberville and Mr.Gering, for a foolish quarrel of years ago, still are cherished foes.

I wish your help to make them both happier; for no man can be happy and hate.' And I gave my word to do so." Here Perrot chuckled to himself and interjected softly: "Mon Dieu! she could make a man say anything at all.