"Waiting for Judgment Day and P'tite Louison," he answered.
"Dead!" said Medallion.
"How long ?" "Twenty year." "But the flowers--the flowers ?" "He left word for them to be sent just the same, and the money for it." Medallion turned and took off his hat reverently, as if a soul were passing from the world; but it was only P'tite Louison going out into the garden.
"She thinks him living ?" he asked gently as he watched Louison.
"Yes; we have no heart to tell her.

And then he wish it so.

And the flowers kep' coming." "Why did he wish it so ?" Isidore mused a while.
"Who can tell?
Perhaps a whim.

He was a great actor--ah, yes, sublime!" he said.
Medallion did not reply, but walked slowly down to where P'tite Louison was picking berries.

His hat was still off.
"Let me help you, Mademoiselle," he said softly.