Madame Delphine had an uncommonly sweet voice, and it seemed so to strike Monsieur Vignevielle.
He spoke to her once or twice more, as he waited on her, each time in English, as though he enjoyed the humble melody of its tone, and presently, as she turned to go, he said: "Madame Carraze!" She started a little, but bethought herself instantly that he had heard her name in Pere Jerome's parlor.

The good father might even have said a few words about her after her first departure; he had such an overflowing heart.

"Madame Carraze," said Monsieur Vignevielle, "doze kine of note wad you '_an_' me juz now is bein' contrefit.

You muz tek kyah from doze kine of note.

You see"-- He drew from his cash-drawer a note resembling the one he had just changed for her, and proceeded to point out certain tests of genuineness.