Oh, yes; it is about eighteen years now since old De Grapion--elegant, high-stepping old fellow--married her, then only sixteen years of age, to young Nancanou, an indigo-planter on the Fausse Riviere--the old bend, you know, behind Pointe Coupee.

The young couple went there to live.

I have been told they had one of the prettiest places in Louisiana.

He was a man of cultivated tastes, educated in Paris, spoke English, was handsome (convivial, of course), and of perfectly pure blood.

But there was one thing old De Grapion overlooked: he and his son-in-law were the last of their names.