She crossed the forefinger of one hand upon that of the other and kissed them, reversed the cross and kissed them again.

"_Mais_, ad de sem tam," she added, giving her daughter time to smile, "I thing 'e is one _noble gen'leman_.

Nod to sood me, of coze, _mais, ca fait rien_--daz nott'n; me, I am now a h'ole woman, you know, eh?
Noboddie can' nevva sood me no mo', nod ivven dad Govenno' Cleb-orne." She tried to look old and jaded.
"Ah, Govenno' Cleb-orne!" exclaimed Clotilde.
"Yass!--Ah, you!--you thing iv a man is nod a Creole 'e bown to be no 'coun'! I assu' you dey don' godd no boddy wad I fine a so nize gen'leman lag Govenno' Cleb-orne! Ah! Clotilde, you godd no lib'ral'ty!" The speaker rose, cast a discouraged parting look upon her narrow-minded companion and went to investigate the slumbrous silence of the kitchen..