"Oh, that explains it. Of course that is natural. M-m; but it's a beautiful name, I must say."
"It is an illustrious name, also," she commented further.
"But the man who carries it in this instance, is much to the contrary notwithstanding," he laughed depreciatingly.
"It is a very beautiful day without, my dear," she said, addressing her daughter, "and perhaps Mr. Baptiste might like to walk out and see some of the town."
"I most assuredly would," he cried, glad of something for a change. He was restless, and estimated that if he felt the air, with her at his side, it might help him.
Orlean arose, went upstairs, and returned shortly wearing a large hat that set off her features. He rather liked her under it, and when they walked down the street together, he was conscious of an air of satisfaction.
"Where would you like to go?" she asked as they neared the intersection.
"For a car ride on the elevated," he replied promptly.
"Then we will go right down this street. This is Thirty-third, and there's an elevated station a few blocks from here."