M. Austin, the shopkeeper, took off his cap to her, and answered “Oui, madame,” blandly; then, with that instant perception of her nationality, for which the English abroad are not always grateful, he added, “Madame is Inglese? we too. I am Inglese. In what can I be serviceable to madame?” “Oh, you understand English? Thank heaven!” said Miss Susan, whose French was far from fluent. “I am very glad to hear it, for that will make my business so much the easier. It is long since I have been abroad, and I have almost forgotten the language. Could I speak to you somewhere? I don’t want to buy anything,” she said abruptly, as he stood aside to let her come in. “That shall be at the pleasure of madame,” said the old man with the sweetest of smiles, “though miladi will not find better damask in many places. Enter, madame. I will take you to my counting-house, or into my private house, if that will more please you. In what can I be serviceable to madame?” “Come in here--anywhere where we can be quiet. What I have to say is important,” said Miss Susan. The shop was not like an English shop. There was less light, less decoration, the windows were half blocked up, and behind, in the depths of the shop, there was a large, half-curtained window, opening into another room at the back. “I am not a customer, but it may be worth your while,” said Miss Susan, her breath coming quick on her parted lips. The shopkeeper made her a bow, which she set down to French politeness, for all people who spoke another language were French to Miss Susan. He said, “Madame shall be satisfied,” and led her into the deeper depths, where he placed a chair for her, and remained standing in a deferential attitude. Miss Susan was confused by the new circumstances in which she found herself, and by the rapidity with which event had followed event. “My name is Austin too,” she said, faltering slightly. “I thought when I saw your name, that perhaps you were a relation of mine--who has been long lost to his family.” “It is too great an honor,” said the old shopkeeper, with another bow; “but yes--but yes, it is indeed so. I have seen already another gentleman, a person in the same interests. Yes, it is me. I am Guillaume Austin.” “Guillaume?” “Yes. William you it call. I have told my name to the other monsieur. He is, he say, the successive--what you call it? The one who comes--” “The heir--” “That is the word. I show him my papers--he is satisfied; as I will also to madame with pleasure. Madame is also cousin of Monsieur Farrel? Yes?--and of me? It is too great honor. She shall see for herself. My grandfather was Ingleseman--trés Inglese. I recall to myself his figure as if I saw it at this moment. Blue eyes, very clear, pointed nose--ma foi! like the nose of madame.” “I should like to see your papers,” said Miss Susan. “Shall I come back in the evening when you have more time? I should like to see your wife--for you have one, surely? and your children.”