He grinned a recognition, and hoped 'Madamasel' was well, and 'did not look
to see _her_ here.'
'Madamasel' thanked him. 'Yes, vary well,' and looked for the first time
decidedly 'put out.'
'Wat a pretty things!' she said. 'Catherine, run and tell Mrs. Rusk. She
wants scissars, and lace too--I heard her say.'
So Catherine, with a lingering look, departed; and Madame said--
'Will you, dear cheaile, be so kind to bring here my purse, I forgot on the
table in my room; also, I advise you, bring _your_.'
Catherine returned with Mrs. Rusk. Here was a man who could tell them
something of the old Frenchwoman, at last! Slyly they dawdled over his
wares, until Madame had made her market and departed with me. But when the
coveted opportunity came, the pedlar was quite impenetrable. 'He forgot
everything; he did not believe as he ever saw the lady before. He called a
Frenchwoman, all the world over, Madamasel--that wor the name on 'em all.
He never seed her in partiklar afore, as he could bring to mind. He liked
to see 'em always, 'cause they makes the young uns buy.'
This reserve and oblivion were very provoking, and neither Mrs.
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