He knows as much of women or men as I know of--" "Of the law--hein ?" laughed the great man.
"Monsieur--ah, that is your little joke! I laugh, yes, but I laugh," responded the Clerk of the Court a little uncertainly.

"Now once when she told him that the lime-kilns--" The Judge, who had retraced his steps down the street of the town--it was little more than a large village, but because it had a court-house and a marketplace it was called a town--that he might have a good look at Madame Jean Jacques and her child before he passed them, suddenly said: "How is it you know so much about it all, Maitre Fille--as to what she says and of the inner secrets of the household?
Ah, ha, my little Lothario, I have caught you--a bachelor too, with time on his hands, and the right side of seventy as well! The evidence you have given of a close knowledge of the household of our Jean Jacques does not have its basis in hearsay, but in acute personal observation.

Tut-tut! Fie-fie! my little gay Clerk of the Court.

Fie! Fie!" M.Fille was greatly disconcerted.

He had never been a Lothario.