On that very day Numa Grandissime (Brahmin-Mandarin de Grandissime), a mere child, received from Governor de Vaudreuil a cadetship.
"Never mind, Messieurs Grandissime, go on with your tricks; we shall see! Ha! we shall see!" "We shall see what ?" asked a remote relative of that family.

"Will Monsieur be so good as to explain himself ?" * * * * * Bang! bang! Alas, Madame De Grapion! It may be recorded that no affair of honor in Louisiana ever left a braver little widow.

When Joseph and his doctor pretended to play chess together, but little more than a half-century had elapsed since the _fille a la cassette_ stood before the Grand Marquis and refused to wed.
Yet she had been long gone into the skies, leaving a worthy example behind her in twenty years of beautiful widowhood.

Her son, the heir and resident of the plantation at Cannes Brulees, at the age of--they do say--eighteen, had married a blithe and pretty lady of Franco-Spanish extraction, and, after a fair length of life divided between campaigning under the brilliant young Galvez and raising unremunerative indigo crops, had lately lain down to sleep, leaving only two descendants--females--how shall we describe them ?--a Monk and a _Fille a la Cassette_.

It was very hard to have to go leaving his family name snuffed out and certain Grandissime-ward grievances burning.
* * * * * "There are so many Grandissimes," said the weary-eyed Frowenfeld, "I cannot distinguish between--I can scarcely count them." "Well, now," said the doctor, "let me tell you, don't try.