She murmured something.
"Ah! yes, certainly." He addressed the company "She wishes me to speak for her veracity; it is unimpeachable.

Well, good-evening." He shook hands and departed.
The four resumed their seats, and turned their eyes upon the standing figure.
"Have you something to say to us ?" asked Jean Thompson, frowning at her law-defying bonnet.
"Oui," replied the woman, shrinking to one side, and laying hold of one of the benches, "_mo oule di' tou' c'ose_"-- I want to tell every thing.
"_Miche Vignevielle la plis bon homme di moune_"-- the best man in the world; "_mo pas capabe li fe tracas_"-- I cannot give him trouble.

"_Mo pas capable, non; m'ole di' tous c'ose_." She attempted to fan herself, her face turned away from the attorney, and her eyes rested on the ground.
"Take a seat," said Doctor Varrillat, with some suddenness, starting from his place and gently guiding her sinking form into the corner of the bench.

The ladies rose up; somebody had to stand; the two races could not both sit down at once--at least not in that public manner.
"Your salts," said the physician to his wife.

She handed the vial.
Madame Delphine stood up again.
"We will all go inside," said Madame Thompson, and they passed through the gate and up the walk, mounted the steps, and entered the deep, cool drawing-room.
Madame Thompson herself bade the quadroone be seated.
"Well ?" said Jean Thompson, as the rest took chairs.
"_C'est drole_"-- it's funny--said Madame Delphine, with a piteous effort to smile, "that nobody thought of it.