So, with a look of pity and pain, she watched the wagon go down the street.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!--the Seigneur's gold-headed cane rattled on the front door of the tailor-shop.

It was plain to be seen his business was urgent.
Madame Dauphin came hurrying from the postoffice, followed by Maximilian Cour and Filion Lacasse.

"Ah, M'sieu', the tailor will not answer.
There's no use knocking--not a bit, M'sieu' Rossignol," said Madame.
The Seigneur turned querulously upon the Notary's wife, yet with a glint of hard humour in his eye.

He had no love for Madame Dauphin.

He thought she took unfair advantages of M.Dauphin, whom also he did not love, but whose temperament did him credit.
"How should Madame know whether or no the gentleman will answer?
Does Madame share the gentleman's confidence, perhaps ?" he remarked.
Madame did not reply at once.