Shall we begin to walk towards home, Madame?
Do, pray.' 'Immediately, cheaile; and does your father suffer much ?' 'No--I think not.' 'And what then is his disease ?' 'Disease! he has _no_ disease.

Have you heard anything about his health, Madame ?' I said, anxiously.
'Oh no, ma foi--I have heard nothing; but if the doctor came, it was not because he was quite well.' 'But that doctor is a doctor in theology, I fancy.

I know he is a Swedenborgian; and papa is so well, he _could_ not have come as a physician.' 'I am very glad, ma chere, to hear; but still you know your father is old man to have so young cheaile as you.

Oh, yes--he is old man, and so uncertain life is.

'As he made his will, my dear?
Every man so rich as he, especially so old, aught to 'av made his will.' 'There is no need of haste, Madame; it is quite time enough when his health begins to fail.' 'But has he really compose no will ?' 'I really don't know, Madame.' 'Ah, little rogue! you will not tell--but you are not such fool as you feign yourself.