L.Vignevielle's," according to a larger inscription which met her eyes as she ventured in.

Behind the counter, exchanging some last words with a busy-mannered man outside, who, in withdrawing, seemed bent on running over Madame Delphine, stood the man in blue cottonade, whom she had met in Pere Jerome's door-way.

Now, for the first time, she saw his face, its strong, grave, human kindness shining softly on each and every bronzed feature.

The recognition was mutual.

He took pains to speak first, saying, in a re-assuring tone, and in the language he had last heard her use: "'Ow I kin serve you, Madame ?" "Iv you pliz, to mague dad bill change, Miche." She pulled from her pocket a wad of dark cotton handkerchief, from which she began to untie the imprisoned note.