"You would make the good idle, and make the bad work.
The good you would put in a mill to watch the stones grind, and the bad
you would put on a prairie alone to make the grist for the grinding.
Ma'm'selle, we must be friends--is it not so?"
"Haven't we always been friends?" the young girl asked with the look of
a visionary suddenly springing up in her eyes.
Here was temperament indeed. She pleased Judge Carcasson greatly. "But
yes, always, and always, and always," he replied. Inwardly he said to
himself, "I did not see that at first. It is her father in her.
"Zoe!" said her mother reprovingly.
CHAPTER V
THE CLERK OF THE COURT ENDS HIS STORY
A moment afterwards the Judge, as he walked down the street still arm in
arm with the Clerk of the Court, said: "That child must have good luck,
or she will not have her share of happiness. She has depths that are not
deep enough." Presently he added, "Tell me, my Clerk, the man--Jean
Jacques--he is so much away--has there never been any talk about--about."
"About--monsieur le juge?" asked M. Fille rather stiffly. "For instance
--about what?"
"For instance, about a man--not Jean Jacques.
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