An' I sayce to heem-a, 'Boat-a if Senor D'Hemecourt he fin'-in' ou' frone Pauline'"-- "_Silence!_" fiercely cried the old man.

"My God! 'Sieur Mazaro, neider you, neider somebody helse s'all h'use de nem of me daughter.

It is nod possib' dad you s'all spick him! I cannot pearmid thad." While the old man was speaking these vehement words, the Cuban was emphatically nodding approval.
"Co-rect-a, co-rect-a, Senor," he replied.

"Senor, you' r-r-right-a; escuse-a me, Senor, escuse-a me.

Senor D'Hemecourt, Mayor Shanghness', when he talkin' wi' me he usin' hore-a name o the t-thime-a!" "My fren'," said M.D'Hemecourt, rising and speaking with labored control, "I muz tell you good nighd.