MORE REPARATION "That is all," said the fairer Honore, outside Doctor Keene's sick-room about ten o'clock at night.

He was speaking to the black son of Clemence, who had been serving as errand-boy for some hours.

He spoke in a low tone just without the half-open door, folding again a paper which the lad had lately borne to the apothecary of the rue Royale, and had now brought back with Joseph's answer written under Honore's inquiry.
"That is all," said the other Honore, standing partly behind the first, as the eyes of his little menial turned upon him that deprecatory glance of inquiry so common to slave children.

The lad went a little way down the corridor, curled up upon the floor against the wall, and was soon asleep.

The fairer Honore handed the darker the slip of paper; it was received and returned in silence.