"He is too good a man to judge for himself." "Well, there's a lot of sense in that, ma'm'selle philosophe," answered Judge Carcasson.

"You would make the good idle, and make the bad work.
The good you would put in a mill to watch the stones grind, and the bad you would put on a prairie alone to make the grist for the grinding.
Ma'm'selle, we must be friends--is it not so ?" "Haven't we always been friends ?" the young girl asked with the look of a visionary suddenly springing up in her eyes.
Here was temperament indeed.

She pleased Judge Carcasson greatly.

"But yes, always, and always, and always," he replied.

Inwardly he said to himself, "I did not see that at first.