BAD FOR CHARLIE KEENE On the same evening of which we have been telling, about the time that Aurora and Clotilde were dropping their last tear of joy over the document of restitution, a noticeable figure stood alone at the corner of the rue du Canal and the rue Chartres.

He had reached there and paused, just as the brighter glare of the set sun was growing dim above the tops of the cypresses.

After walking with some rapidity of step, he had stopped aimlessly, and laid his hand with an air of weariness upon a rotting China-tree that leaned over the ditch at the edge of the unpaved walk.
"Setting in cypress," he murmured.

We need not concern ourselves as to his meaning.
One could think aloud there with impunity.

In 1804, Canal street was the upper boundary of New Orleans.