There har nod one poss'bil'ty fo' me to be dad guardian of you' daughteh!" Madame Delphine started with surprise and alarm.
"There is ondly one wad can be," he continued.
"But oo, Miche ?" "God." "Ah, Miche Vignevielle----" She looked at him appealingly.
"I don' goin' to dizzerd you, Madame Carraze," he said.
She lifted her eyes.

They filled.

She shook her head, a tear fell, she bit her lip, smiled, and suddenly dropped her face into both hands, sat down upon the bench and wept until she shook.
"You dunno wad I mean, Madame Carraze ?" She did not know.
"I mean dad guardian of you' daughteh godd to fine 'er now one 'uzban'; an' noboddie are hable to do dad egceb de good God 'imsev.

But, Madame, I tell you wad I do." She rose up.

He continued: "Go h-open you' owze; I fin' you' daughteh dad' uzban'." Madame Delphine was a helpless, timid thing; but her eyes showed she was about to resent this offer.