"Leroy," she answered promptly.
"But that is not an English name," said Graham.
This was a little beyond Madelon, but after some consideration, she said with much simplicity,
"I don't know whether it is not English. But it is only lately his name has been Leroy, since he came back from a journey he made; before that it was something else, I forget what, but I heard him tell papa he would like to be called Leroy, as it was a common name; and papa told me, in case anyone asked me."
"I understand," said Graham; and indeed he did understand, and felt a growing compassion for the poor little girl, whose only companions and protectors were a gambler and a sharper.
They were still talking, when the silence of the courtyard was broken by a sudden confusion and bustle. The sound of the music and dancing had already ceased; and now a medley of voices, a shrill clamour of talking and calling, made themselves heard through the open hall door.
"Henri! Henri! Où est-il donc, ce petit drôle?"
"Allons, Pauline, dépêche-toi, mon enfant, ton père nous attend!"
"Ciel! j'ai perdu mon fichu et mes gants."
"Enfin."