"Who are your folks ?" Marie shook her head, and a light crept into her eyes as she thought of Le Boss.

"I have nobodies'" she said.

"I am with myself, _sauf le violon_; I mean, wiz my fiddle.

Monsieur likes not music, no ?" She looked wistfully at him, and something seemed to rise up in the man's throat and choke him.

He made a violent motion, as if to free himself from something.