"I am very glad, Monsieur," Blanche replied, quietly.
Wilkins drew a small reference-book from his pocket, and after glancing over its pages a moment or two, he counted out a few pieces of gold from a drawer at his side, and Guly saw that, under pretence of making change, he added to the sum a little from his own purse.
"There, Mademoiselle, that is well earned."
"Here is more than I received last time, Monsieur; and you have had to wait for the work. Are you sure this is right?"
"Quite right. As I before told you, it is better done than any you have given us before. Take these articles, Guly, and put them in the box marked 'French Embroidery.'"
Guly obeyed, and his fingers lingered on the fair work before him, with an unconscious touch of admiration.
"You think you can bring your articles weekly, now, Mademoiselle?"
"I think so, Monsieur Wilkins. I have nothing to oc
cupy my time now, except a few little favors for poor grandpapa."
"Very well. Mr. G. has left, as you see. Henceforth Mr. Pratt will receive your work, and pay you for the same, as he has charge of this department. Let me make you acquainted. Guly, this is Blanche Duverne," said Wilkins, in his brief, peculiar manner.