"You ought to have them." "You think so ?" Aurora was really finding it hard to conceal her growing excitement, and turned, with a faint hope of relief, toward Clotilde.
Clotilde, looking only at their visitor, but feeling her mother's glance, with a tremulous and half-choked voice, said eagerly: "Then why do you not give them to us ?" "Ah!" interposed Aurora, "we shall get them to-morrow, when the sheriff comes." And, thereupon what did Clotilde do but sit bolt upright, with her hands in her lap, and let the tears roll, tear after tear, down her cheeks.
"Yes, Monsieur," said Aurora, smiling still, "those that you see are really tears.

Ha, ha, ha! excuse me, I really have to laugh; for I just happened to remember our meeting at the masked ball last September.

We had such a pleasant evening and were so much indebted to you for our enjoyment,--particularly myself,--little thinking, you know, that you were one of that great family which believes we ought to have our rights, you know.

There are many people who ought to have their rights.
There was Bras-Coupe; indeed, he got them--found them in the swamp.
Maybe Clotilde and I shall find ours in the street.

When we unmasked in the theatre, you know, I did not know you were my landlord, and you did not know that I could not pay a few picayunes of rent.