Ve are ver' ver' poor, and 'ave no homes.

_Mon pere_, he is to the hopital.

Thank 'eaven, they 'ave zere give 'im ze bed to die." "Which hospital is he at ?" said the tutor.
"De Saint Luc." "I will see him." The Frenchman gave a little hysterical laugh; then, with tears in his eyes, he seized the hand of the Englishman and wrung it rapturously.
"_Oh, mon ami, mon cher ami_!" cried he, "'eaven will bless you.

I am 'appy that you say that.

You vill see 'im?
Yes?
You vill 'old 'is 'and ven he do die?
He sall have one friend to kiss his poor _front_?
Oh, I am content; I am gay." How long he would have gone on thus it is hard to say.