"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the lady, "me, too, juz de sem lag you! attendez; wait."
They halted; a moment's deft manipulation of a veil turned it into a wrapping for her neck.
"'Sieur Frowenfel', oo dad man was? You know 'im?"
She returned her hand to Frowenfeld's arm and they moved on.
"The one who spoke to you, or--you know the one who got near enough to apologize is not the one whose horse struck you!"
"I din know. But oo dad odder one? I saw h-only 'is back, bud I thing it is de sem--"
She identified it with the back that was turned to her during her last visit to Frowenfeld's shop; but finding herself about to mention a matter so nearly connected with the purse of gold, she checked herself; but Frowenfeld, eager to say a good word for his acquaintance, ventured to extol his character while he concealed his name.
"While I have never been introduced to him, I have some acquaintance with him, and esteem him a noble gentleman."
"W'ere you meet him?"
"I met him first," he said, "at the graves of my parents and sisters."