"Yes, it is a French name."
"Yourself, I mean," said the clerk testily. "Are you French?"
"I am an English lady."
"Eh?" cried the contractor, in a harsh tone.
"I beg your pardon. I am an English woman."
"O," said the contractor, somewhat mollified.
"Married?" pursued the clerk, glancing at Mrs. Lenoir's left hand.
"My husband--" pausing, and gazing around uneasily.
"Your husband--" prompted the clerk.
"Is dead."