le. Aline,--all we can say: 'Road
close'--stim-roller.' So ad the end Dubroca he have, slimly, the
advantage; for him, to Melanie, the road any 'ow seem' open; yet in vain.
So there, all at same time, in that li'l' gang, rue Royale, was five
heart' blidding for love, and nine other' blidding for those five and for
Mlle. Aline.

"Well, of co'se--you see?--nobody cann' stand that! Firzt to find his
way out of that is Melanie. Melanie's confessor he think tha'z a sin to
keep any longer those fact' from her mother, and she confezz them to Mme.
Alexandre, and ad the end she say: 'Mamma, in our li'l' coterie I cann'
look anybody in the face any mo', and I'm going to biccome train' nurse.
Tha'z not running away, yet same time tha'z not every evening to be
getting me singe' in the same candle.'

"Then, almoze while she saying that, that son of De l'Isle he say to my
son--who he's fon' of like a brother, and my son of him likewise, though
the one is a so dashing and the other a so quiet--''Oiseau,' he
say,--biccause tha'z the nickname of my son,--'papa and me we visit' the
French consul to-day and arrange' a li'l' affair.'

"And when he want' to tell some mo' my son he stop' him: 'Enough! I
div-ine that. Why you di'n' take me al-ong? You'll arrange to go at
that France, of my _grand'mere_, and that Alsace, of her mother, to be
fighting _aviateur_, and leave '_Oiseau_ behine? Ah, you cann' do that!'
And when that young Dubroca and Castanado get the win' of them, the all
four, all of same sweet maladie, they go together; two to be juz'
_poilu_', two, _aviateur_'. That old remedie, you know; if they can't
love--they'll fight! They are yonder, still al-ive, laz' account."

Mainly to himself Chester said, "And I am here, my land still at peace,
last account."

"And also you, you've h-ask' mademoiselle, I think," said the ironworker,
"and alas, she's say aggain, no, eh?"

The reply was a gaze and a nod.

"Well, Mr. Chezter, I'm sorrie! Her reason--you can't tell. 'Tis maybe
juz' biccause those hero' are yonder. 'Tis maybe only that those two
aunt' are here. Maybe 'tis biccause both, maybe neither. You can't
tell. Maybe you h-ask too soon. Ad the present she know' you only sinze
a few week'. She don't know none of yo' hiztorie, neither yo'
familie--egcep' that h-angel of the Lord. Yo' char-_acter_, she may like
that very well yet same time she know' how easy that is for women to make
miztake' about. Maybe y'o