"Why I did hear his name spoke," answered Sir Clement, "but I cannot recollect it."
"It was n't,—it was n't—Du Bois?" stammered out Madame Duval.
"The very name!" answered he, "yes, Du Bois, I remember it now."
Madame Duval's cup fell from her hand, as she repeated "Du Bois! Monsieur Du Bois, did you say?"
"Du Bois! why that's my friend," cried the Captain, "that's Monsieur Slippery, i'n't it? Why he's plaguy fond of sousing work; howsomever, I'll be sworn they gave him his fill of it."
"And I'll be sworn," cried Madame Duval, "that you're a—but I don't believe nothing about it, so you need n't be so overjoyed, for I dare say it was no more Monsieur Du Bois than I am."
"I thought at the time," said Sir Clement, very gravely, "that I had seen the gentleman before, and now I recollect, I think it was in company with you, Madam."
"With me, Sir!" cried Madame Duval.
"Say you so!" said the Captain, "why then, it must be he, as sure as you're alive!—Well but, my good friend, what will they do with poor Monsieur?"
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