“Precisely.”
And they both went into the hereafter. Therese waited quietly and with great resignation till the troubles were over, and then realized upon her trust funds. Shortly after she purchased a café in a good drinking quarter and grew wealthy. She married a rich, banker, whose place of business was just over her’s, and they waxed very rich.
“What kind of a banker was he?” I inquired of a gentleman who indistinctly mastered some of the English language.
“WHO PUT THAT RIBBON IN YOUR CAP?”
“He eez some thing vat you in L’Amerique would call—vat eez eet?—oui, a faro banker.”