" He reverenced her
feeling, but continued the topic of a return to France.
"Well, dame, I will do for Pierre what I would not do for myself. I
shall repurchase the old chateau, and use every influence at my
command to prevail on the King to restore to Pierre the honors of
his ancestors. Will not that be a glorious end to the career of the
Bourgeois Philibert?"
"Yes, master, but it may not end there for you. I hear from my
quiet window many things spoken in the street below. Men love you
so, and need you so, that they will not spare any supplication to
bid you stay in the Colony; and you will stay and die where you have
lived so many years, under the shadow of the Golden Dog. Some men
hate you, too, because you love justice and stand up for the right.
I have a request to make, dear master."
"What is that, dame?" asked he kindly, prepared to grant any request
of hers.
"Do not go to the market to-morrow," replied she earnestly.
The Bourgeois glanced sharply at the dame, who continued to ply her
needles. Her eyes were half closed in a semi-trance, their lids
trembling with nervous excitement.
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