Man. What's that?
Des. Economy. As to the rest, the duties are simple enough. And now I'll give you some notion of the people you are going to meet. There are, in the Chateau, without counting visitors, five persons. First, Monsieur Laroque, celebrated at the beginning of the present century as a famous privateer Captain. Hence his large fortune. He is now a feeble old man, mind and memory a good deal the worse for wear. Then there is Madame Laroque, his daughter-in-law, a Creole—
Man. A Creole?
Des. Yes, young gentleman, an elderly Creole, with some eccentricities to be sure, but a good heart. Thirdly, there is Mademoiselle Marguerite, her daughter, much younger—
Man. That's singular.
Des. Eat your dinner. She is proud, somewhat romantic, a little thoughtless,—
Man. And her disposition?
Des. Sweet. Fourthly, Madame Aubrey, a widow, a sort of second cousin, old maidish, talky—
Man. Disposition?
Des. Sour. Fifthly, Mademoiselle Helouin—Governess. Young, good looking.