5/13 Grandissime ?" "Oui, Madame." For once, Aurora was in an uncontrollable flutter. She stammered, lost her breath, and even spoke worse French than she needed to have done. Clotilde, my daughter--Monsieur Grandissime. Monsieur Grandissime,"-- she dropped into a chair with an air of vivacity pitiful to behold,--"I suppose you have come for the rent." She blushed even more violently than before, and her hand stole upward upon her heart to stay its violent beating. |