human
Ah! oh! h'nn! Mlle. Corinne sprang to an elbow, nervously whispering:
gpt
What is it?
human
My back do', he murmured,
gpt
Oh, little boy, no, it cannot be! I bolt' it laz' evening when you was praying. You know?
human
Yass'm, but it opem now; Marie Madeleine dess gone out thu it.
gpt
Stay still tell I go see.
human
Yes! whispered Mlle. Corinne, slipping to the floor and tenderly pushing him,
gpt
No'm, I won't.
human
No, but juz' run quick out the back door and fron' gate and holla 'fire'! Go!
gpt
Ah, _pauvre_ Aline, always wise! Like us, silent! And tha'z after all the bravezt!
human
She am' dah. Seem' like 'tis her leave de do' opem.
gpt
Her clothes--they are gone?
human
No'm, all dah 'cep' de cloak she tuck on de machine. Reckon she out in de honey-sucker bower whah _dey_ sot together Sunday evenin'. Reckon Marie Madeleine gone dah. I'll go see.
gpt
Ah, fearlezz boy, yes! Make quick!
human
Corinne, _chére_, ought not one of us to go, yo'seff?--to spare her feelings--from that li'l' negro? You don' think one of us ought to go, yo'seff?
gpt
No, to sen' him, that is to spare those feel'--listen! . . . Ah, Yvonne, _grâce au ciel_, she's there!
human
Thangg the good God!
gpt
Yvonne, _chère_, you know, we are the cause of this. 'Tis biccause juz'--you and me. And she's gone yonder juz' for one thing; to be as far from her _misérie_ as she can.
human
Yes, _chère_, I billieve that. I think even, she muz' not see us when she's riturning.
gpt
I know what we muz' do, Yvonne, as soon as to-morrow. Tha'z strange I never saw that biffo'!
human
She was al-lone, of co'se?
gpt
Oh, yass'm, o' co'se; in a manneh, yass'm.
human
Is I got to tell dat?
gpt
Ah, '_tit garçon_! Have you not got to tell it?
human
Well, she 'uz--she 'uz prayin'.
gpt
And tha'z the manner she was not al-lone?
human
Yas'm, dass all.