'Tis not wid Jo's introducshun I'd be comin' to Chaudiere." "He comes with the Cure's introduction." "An' how d'ye know that, darlin' ?" "The Curb was at Jo Portugais' with monsieur when I went there." "You wint there!" "To take him a letter--the stranger." "What's his name, darlin' ?" "The letter I took him was addressed, 'To the Sick Man at Jo Portugais' House at Vadrome Mountain.'" "Ah, thin, the Cure knows.

'Tis some rich man come to get well, and plays at bein' tailor.

But why didn't the letther come to his name, I wander now?
That's what I wander." Rosalie shook her head, and looked reflectively through the window towards the tailor-shop.
"How manny times have ye seen him ?" "Only once;" answered Rosalie truthfully.

She did not, however, tell Mrs.Flynn that she had thrice walked nearly to Vadrome Mountain in the hope of seeing him again; and that she had gone to her favourite resort, the Rest of the Flax-Beaters, lying in the way of the riverpath from Vadrome Mountain, on the chance of his passing.

She did not tell Mrs.
Flynn that there had scarcely been a waking hour when she had not thought of him.
"What Portugais knows, he'll not be tellin'," said Mrs.Flynn, after a moment.