Heaven forgive me for my want of charity!" The little round judge cocked his head astutely.

"But you say he is kind to the poor, that he does not treat men hardly who are in debt to him, and that he will take his coat off his back to give to a tramp--is it so ?" "As so, as so, monsieur." "Then he is not all vanity, and because of that he will feel the blow when it comes--alas, so much he will feel it!" "What blow, monsieur le juge ?--but ah, look, monsieur!" He pointed eagerly.

"There she is, going to the red wagon--Madame Jean Jacques.
Is she not a figure of a woman?
See the walk of her--is it not distinguished?
She is half a hand-breadth taller than Jean Jacques.

And her face, most sure it is a face to see.

If Jean Jacques was not so busy with his farms and his mills and his kilns and his usury, he would see what a woman he has got.