It's about the election-about Mr.Grier.'" Barode Barouche's heart stopped.

Something about Carnac Grier--something about the election--and a woman! He kept a hand on himself.

It must not be seen that he was in any way moved.
"Is she English ?" "She's French, m'sieu'." "You think I ought to see her, Gaspard ?" said Barouche.
"Sure," was the confident reply.

"I guess she's out against whoever's against you." "You never saw her before." "Not to my sense." "But I haven't finished my breakfast." "Well, if it's anything important that'll help you, m'sieu'.

It's like whittling.