"No photograph would be convincing," Chester began to plead, but stopped for the aunts.
"Oh, impossible!" they cried. "That wou'n' be de-corouz!"
"Ladies an' gentlemen," said M. Castanado, "we are on a joy-ride."
"An' we 'ave reason!" his wife exclaimed.
"Biccause hope!" Mme. Alexandre put in.
"Yes!" said Dubroca. "That manuscrip' is not allone receive'; sinze more than a week 'tis rittain', whiles they dillib-rate; and the chateau what dillib-rate'--you know, eh? M'sieu' De l'Isle, I move you we go h-on."
They went, the De l'Isle car and then Scipion's, back to St. Charles Avenue, and turned again up-town. On the rearmost seat----
"Why so silent?" Aline inquired of Chester.
"Because so content," he said, "except when I think of the book."
"The half-book?"