The parties who were interested in the town of Perritaut had got wind of Dave's proposition; and as they saw how important his influence might be in the coming election, they took pains to satisfy Monsieur Perritaut that Mr.Sawney was a very proper person to marry his tawny daughter and pocket his yellow gold-pieces.

The lawyer was just finishing the necessary documents when Dave entered.
"_Eh bien_! How you do, Mistare Sonee?
Is eet dat you weel have a peench of snuff ?" For the Frenchman had quite forgotten Dave's mishap in snuff-taking, and offered the snuff out of habitual complaisance.
"No, musheer," said Dave, "I can't use no snuff of late yeers.

'Fection of the nose; makes me sneeze dreffle." "Oh! _Eh blen! C'est comme il faut_.

I mean dat is all right, vare good, mistare.

Now, den, Monsieur _l'Avocat_, I mean ze lawyare, he is ready to read ze contract." "Cawntrack?
Oh! yes, that's right.