And se fairst is sat that _I_
am now se Countess.
"So? you are glad? I sank you ve'y much. I sink sat iss not much trouble
--to be a countess--in Ame'ica?
"Se secondt sing"--here a servant entered, and, it seemed to me, never
would go out, but Senda waited till we were again alone--"se secondt--
pahdon me, I sink I shall betteh se secondt sing divide again into two aw
sree. And se fairst is sat Monsieur Fontenette vill like ve'y--ve'y much
to come home--now--right avay."
We lifted hands to clap and opened mouths to hurrah, but she raised a
warning hand.
"No, vait--if you pleass.
"Se secondt of sose two or sree sings--it is sat--he--Monsieur Fontenette
--hass ask me--" Our hearts rose slowly into our throats--"Ze vun
qvestion to vich sare can be only--se--vun--answeh."
At this we gulped our breath like schoolgirls and glowed. But the more
show we made of hopeful and pleading smiles, the more those dear eyes, so
seldom wet, filled up with tears.
"_He_ sinks sare can two answehs be, and he like to heah which is se
answeh I shall gif him, so he shall know if he shall come--now--aw if he
shall come--neveh.
"O my sweet friend,"--to Mrs. Smith, down whose, face the salt drops stole
unhindered--"sare iss nossing faw _you_ to cry.
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