It belongs to last session of the Court." He laughed at his joke.

"M'sieu' Jean Jacques and I understand each other." He laughed grimly now.

"We know each other like a book, and the Clerk of the Court couldn't get in an adjective that would make the sense of it all clearer." Slowly M.Fille shut the door, and very slowly he came back.

Almost blindly, as it might seem, and with a moan, he dropped into his chair.
His eyes fixed themselves on George Masson.
"Ah--that!" he said helplessly.

"That! The little Zoe--dear God, the little Zoe, and the poor madame!" His voice was aching with pain and repugnance.
"If you were not such an icicle naturally, I'd be thinking your interest in the child was paternal," said the master-carpenter roughly, for the virtuous horror of the other's face annoyed him.