with the composure and grace that became a gentlewoman--

"Rends moi le livre, François."

"Le voici--ah! ma chère Mam'selle Alide, que ce Monsieur le marin se
fâchait à cause de la gloire, et des beaux vers de notre illustre M.
Pierre Corneille!"

"Here is an English sailor, that I am sure will not deny the merit of an
admired writer, even though he come of a nation that is commonly thought
hostile, François," returned his mistress, smiling "Captain Ludlow, it is
now a month since I am your debtor, by promise, for a volume of Corneille,
and I here acquit myself of the obligation. When you have perused the
contents of this book, with the attention they deserve, I may hope----"

"For a speedy opinion of their merits."

"I was about to say, to receive the volume again, as it is a legacy from
my father," steadily rejoined Alida.

"Legacies and foreign tongues!" muttered the Alderman. "One is well
enough; but for the other, English and Dutch are all that the wisest man
need learn. I never could understand an account of protit and loss in any
other tongue, Patroon; and even a favorable balance never appears so great
as it is, unless the account be rendered in one or the other of these
rational dialects. Captain Ludlow, we thank you for your politeness, but
here is one of my fellows to tell us that my own periagua is arrived; and,
wishing you a happy and a long cruise, as we say of lives, I bid you,
adieu."