"What sort of man?"
"An Indian. The same I think who came for your guns last year, when you went camping out."
"Tell him I've gone out."
"He saw you come in through the glass door."
"Say I'm engaged."
"He says he will wait till you are at leisure."
"Bid him come in, then," and presently Paul stood before his employer, looking in his eyes but saying nothing.
"Well, Paul?" said Ralph, without looking up from the letter he appeared to be writing, "deer have been seen near the Lake of Two Mountains, eh? Too busy! Shall not be able to leave town this Fall. Hard on a man--is it not? Wish I was an Indian and could do as I pleased."
"Ouff," grunted Paul, with an impatient glance, and that slight twitch of the eyebrows equivalent to a Frenchman's shrug, which says so plainly "Why all these idle words?" Then, producing a paper from his bosom he handed it to Ralph.
"Ze notaire gave dis! Want pay--for Thérèse--Judge court defend."