I would have risen, but he would not let me.
"No," he said, "sit still, mam'zelle.

Yes, you would have loved her, poor little soul! She was an Englishwoman, like you, only not a lady; a pretty little English girl, so little I could carry her like a baby.
None of my people took to her, and she was very lonely, like you again; and she pined and faded away, just quietly, never saying one word against them.

No, no, mam'zelle, I like to see you here.

This is a favorite place with you, and it gives me pleasure.

I ask myself a hundred times a day, 'Is there any thing I can do to make my young lady happy?
Tell me what I can do more than I have done." "There is nothing, Tardif," I answered, "nothing whatever.