Not but what it's a great chance for her," she added hastily.

"My! to get a good home, and a good provider, as I make no doubt you would be, after the life she's led, traipsin' here and there, and livin' with darkened heathens, or as bad.
But--but--you'll be kind to her, won't you, Jacques?
She--she's not a woman yet, in her feelin's, as you might say.

She ain't nothin' but a baby to our girls about here, that's brought up to see with their eyes and talk with their mouths.

You'll have patience with her, if her ways are a good deal different from what you were used to; along back in your mother's time ?" But here good Abby paused, for she saw that De Arthenay heard not a word of her well-meant discourse.

He sat brooding in the corner, as was his wont, but with a light in his eyes and a color in his cheek that Abby had never seen before.
"Jacques De Arthenay, you are fairly possessed!" she said, in rather an awestruck voice, as he rose abruptly to bid her good-day.