If this strange gentleman was saying anything improper to his daughter, M.Nioche would entreat him huskily, as a particular favor, to forbear; but he would admit at the same time that he was very presumptuous to ask for particular favors.
"Monsieur has bought my picture," said Mademoiselle Noemie.

"When it's finished you'll carry it to him in a cab." "In a cab!" cried M.Nioche; and he stared, in a bewildered way, as if he had seen the sun rising at midnight.
"Are you the young lady's father ?" said Newman.

"I think she said you speak English." "Speak English--yes," said the old man slowly rubbing his hands.

"I will bring it in a cab." "Say something, then," cried his daughter.

"Thank him a little--not too much." "A little, my daughter, a little ?" said M.Nioche perplexed.