you. I cannot have all the doors of my house left open. No; I have had too much experience. My servant shall go with you. She shall bring me back my keys. Marie! come here! Go, monsieur, see the house!"
He — (resignedly) "Thanks, but may I ask what is — "
She (with a superb gesture of withering disgust and another of terrible determination) — "Do you not know, sir, that I would rather shut the house up until the last day of the world than rent it to the canaille! Ah! the canaille! Monsieur! Ah! the canaille, the canaille!"
(These last words, with an inexpressible look of horror upon her face, which would make the stranger laugh if he were not afraid to laugh.)
He — "And the rent is —"
She (sweetly as a rose-fed nightingale) —"Twenty-five dollars to a responsible party, monsieur."
