He remembered the time, twenty-five years ago, when he had proposed to this babbling woman, and had been rejected with scorn--to his subsequent satisfaction; for there was no visible reason why any one should envy the Notary, in his house or out of it.

Already Trudel had a respect for the tongue of M'sieu'.
He had not talked much the few days he had been in the shop, but, as the old man had said to Filion Lacasse the saddler, his brain was like a pair of shears--it went clip, clip, clip right through everything.

He now hoped that his new apprentice, with the hand of a master-workman, would go clip, clip through madame's inquisitiveness.

He was not disappointed, for he heard Charley say: "One person in the witness-box at a time, Madame.

Till Jo Portugais is cross-examined and steps down, I don't see what I can do!" "But you are a Protestant!" said the woman snappishly.