Frowenfeld's diffidence made itself evident in this reiterated phrase.
"I do not know that you will see him, but if you should, you know--"
"Oh, certainly, sir!"
The two paused a single instant, exchanging a smile of amiable reminder from the horseman and of bashful but pleased acknowledgment from the one who saw his precepts being reduced to practice.
"Well, good-evening, Mr. Frowenfeld."
M. Grandissime lifted his hat and turned. Frowenfeld sat down.
"Bou zou, Miché Honoré!" called the marchande.
"Comment to yé, Clemence?"
The merchant waved his hand as he rode away with his companion.
"Beau Miché, là," said the marchande, catching Joseph's eye.