Shrimps, rice, and watered wine for a sunset dinner. At its end the three Chapdelaines, each with her small cup of black coffee, left the table and its remnants to the other two members of the household, and passed out as usual to the bower1 benches and the goldfish pool.
Humming-birds were there, drinking frenziedly from honeysuckle cups to the health of all things beautiful and ecstatic. Mlle. Yvonne stood at a bench's end to watch one of them dart2 from bloom to bloom. "Ah, Corinne," she sighed, "if we could all be juz' humming-bird'!"
"Chérie," cried her sister, "you are spilling yo' coffee!"
Whether for the coffee, for the fact that we can't all be humming-birds, or for some thought not yet spoken, Mlle. Corinne's eyes were all but spilling their tears. As the trio sat down. Aline said in gentlest accusation3 to the younger aunt:
"You are trembling. Why is that?"
The younger sister looked appealingly to the elder. "Chère," Mlle. Corinne said to the girl, "we are anxiouz to confezz you something. We woul'n' never be anxiouz to confezz that, only we're af-raid already you've foun' us out!"
"Yes. I came this evening by Ovide's shop to return a book----"
"An' he tell you he's meet us----?"
"On the steps of the archevêché."
"Ah, chèrie," Yvonne tearfully broke in, "can you ever pardon that to us?"
Aline smiled: "Oh, yes; in the course of time, I suppose. That was not like a drinking-saloon."
"Ah-h! not in the leas'! We di'n' touch there a drop--nobodie di'n' offer us!"
The niece addressed the other aunt: "Go on. Tell me why you were there."
"Aline, we'll confess us! We wend there biccause--we are orphan4'! Of co'se, we know that biffo', sinze long time, many, many year'............