Madame Delphine said: "Yez." For a few moments neither spoke, and then Monsieur Vignevielle said: "I will do dad." "Lag she been you' h-own ?" asked the mother, suffering from her own boldness.
"She's a good lill' chile, eh ?" "Miche, she's a lill' hangel!" exclaimed Madame Delphine, with a look of distress.
"Yez; I teg kyah 'v 'er, lag my h-own.

I mague you dad promise." "But----" There was something still in the way, Madame Delphine seemed to think.
The banker waited in silence.
"I suppose you will want to see my lill' girl ?" He smiled; for she looked at him as if she would implore him to decline.
"Oh, I tek you' word fo' hall dad, Madame Carraze.

It mague no differend wad she loog lag; I don' wan' see 'er." Madame Delphine's parting smile--she went very shortly--was gratitude beyond speech.
Monsieur Vignevielle returned to the seat he had left, and resumed a newspaper,--the _Louisiana Gazette_ in all probability,--which he had laid down upon Madame Delphine's entrance.

His eyes fell upon a paragraph which had previously escaped his notice.

There they rested.
Either he read it over and over unwearyingly, or he was lost in thought.
Jean Thompson entered.
"Now," said Mr.Thompson, in a suppressed tone, bending a little across the table, and laying one palm upon a package of papers which lay in the other, "it is completed.