THE AMERICAN
the hostile fates. If this strange gentleman should be saying anything improper to his daughter M. Nioche would entreat him huskily, as a particular favour, to forbear; but he would admit at the same time that he was very presumptuous to ask for particular favours.
"Monsieur has bought my picture," said Mademoiselle Noémie. "When it's finished you'll carry it to him in a cab."
"In a cab!" cried M. Nioche; and he stared, in a bewildered way, as if he had seen the sun rising at midnight.
"Are you the young lady's father?" said Newman. "I think she said you speak English."
"Spick English—yes." The old man slowly rubbed his hands. "I'll bring it in a cab."
"Say something then," cried his daughter. "Thank him a little—not too much."
"A little, my daughter, a little?" he murmured in distress. "How much?"
"Two thousand!" said Mademoiselle Noémie. "Don't make a fuss or he'll take back his word."
"Two thousand!" gasped the old man; and he began to fumble for his snuff-box. He looked at Newman from head to foot; he looked at his daughter and then at the picture. Take care you don't spoil it!" he cried almost sublimely.
"We must go home," said Mademoiselle Noémie. "This is a good day's work. Take care how you carry it!" And she began to put up her utensils.
"How can I thank you?" asked M. Nioche. "My English is far from sufficing."
"I wish I spoke French half so well," said New-
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