"And why not Journel?" Journel was their landlord, a fellow of means, but no extraction, and a favorite aversion of the old gentleman's. "Journel himself? You think he is above it, _hé_? You think Journel would not do such a thing? Ha! your simplicity, Honorine--your simplicity is incredible. It is miraculous. I tell you, I have known the Journels, from father to son, for--yes, for seventy-five years. Was not his grandfather the overseer on my father's plantation? I was not five years old when I began to know the Journels. And this fellow, I know him better than he knows himself. I know him as well as God knows him. I have made up my mind. I have made it up carefully that the first time that letter fails on the first of the month I shall have Journel arrested as a thief. I shall land him in the penitentiary. What! You think I shall submit to have my mail tampered with by a Journel? Their contents appropriated? What! You think there was no coincidence in Journel's offering me his post-office box just the month--just the month, before those letters began to arrive? You think he did not have some inkling of them? Mark my words, Honorine, he did--by some of his subterranean methods. And all these five years he has been arranging his plans--that is all. He was arranging theft, which no doubt has been consummated to-day. Oh, I have regretted it--I assure you I have regretted it, that I did not promptly reject his proposition, that, in fact, I ever had anything to do with the fellow." It was almost invariably, so regularly do events run in this world,--it was almost invariably that the negro messenger made his appearance at this point. For five years the General had perhaps not been interrupted as many times, either above or below the last sentence. The mail, or rather the letter, was opened, and the usual amount--three ten-dollar bills--was carefully extracted and counted. And as if he scented the bills, even as the General said he did, within ten minutes after their delivery, Journel made his appearance to collect the rent. It could only have been in Paris, among that old retired nobility, who counted their names back, as they expressed it, "au de çà du déluge," that could have been acquired the proper manner of treating a "roturier" landlord: to measure him with the eyes from head to foot; to hand the rent--the ten-dollar bill--with the tips of the fingers; to scorn a look at the humbly tendered receipt; to say: "The cistern needs repairing, the roof leaks; I must warn you that unless such notifications meet with more prompt attention than in the past, you must look for another tenant," etc., in the monotonous tone of supremacy, and in the French, not of Journel's dictionary, nor of the dictionary of any such as he, but in the French of Racine and Corneille; in the French of the above suggested circle, which inclosed the General's memory, if it had not inclosed--as he never tired of recounting--his star-like personality.