"See! Look here!" She handed him a little sheet of crumpled note paper, inscribed in a cramped hand, showed him the inscription--"Jeanne Fournier." "You don't know who that is ?" she asked him.
"No, I don't know." "Why, yes, you do.

My maid--my French maid--don't you remember?
She married Hector, the cooper, at St.Genevieve.

Now, see, Jeanne is writing to me again.

Don't you see, there's a baby, and it is named for me--who has none.

Good-by, that money!"-- she kissed hand to the air--"Good-by, that idea, that dream of mine! That's of no consequence.