As they seemed about to pass the spot where he sat, M.Grandissime interrupted the governor with a word and, turning his horse's head, rode up to the bench, lifting his hat as he came.
"Good-evening, Mr.Frowenfeld." Joseph, looking brighter than when he sat unaccosted, rose and blushed.
"Mr.Frowenfeld, you know my uncle very well, I believe--Agricole Fusilier--long beard ?" "Oh! yes, sir, certainly." "Well, Mr.Frowenfeld, I shall be much obliged if you will tell him--that is, should you meet him this evening--that I wish to see him.
If you will be so kind ?" "Oh! yes, sir, certainly." Frowenfeld's diffidence made itself evident in this reiterated phrase.
"I do not know that you will see him, but if you should, you know--" "Oh, certainly, sir!" The two paused a single instant, exchanging a smile of amiable reminder from the horseman and of bashful but pleased acknowledgment from the one who saw his precepts being reduced to practice.
"Well, good-evening, Mr.Frowenfeld." M.Grandissime lifted his hat and turned.

Frowenfeld sat down.
"_Bou zou, Miche Honore!_" called the _marchande_.
"_Comment to ye, Clemence ?_" The merchant waved his hand as he rode away with his companion.
"_Beau Miche, la_," said the _marchande_, catching Joseph's eye.
He smiled his ignorance and shook his head.
"Dass one fine gen'leman," she repeated.

"_Mo pa'le Angle_," she added with a chuckle.
"You know him ?" "Oh! yass, sah; Mawse Honore knows me, yass.

All de gen'lemens knows me.
I sell de _calas;_ mawnin's sell _calas_, evenin's sell zinzer-cake.
_You_ know me" (a fact which Joseph had all along been aware of).

"Dat me w'at pass in rue Royale ev'y mawnin' holl'in' '_Be calas touts chauds_,' an' singin'; don't you know ?" The enthusiasm of an artist overcame any timidity she might have been supposed to possess, and, waiving the formality of an invitation, she began, to Frowenfeld's consternation, to sing, in a loud, nasal voice.
But the performance, long familiar, attracted no public attention, and he for whose special delight it was intended had taken an attitude of disclaimer and was again contemplating the quiet groups of the Place d'Armes and the pleasant hurry of the levee road.
"Don't you know ?" persisted the woman.