The notary's nose;

I68 THE NOTARY'S NOSE.
"You shcoundrel! you heartlesh rashcal! why are you shmiling? Ansher me
at onche! "
" My God! Monsieur," said the poor
devil; "if you'll permit me-Monsieur
must excuse me-but Monsieur imitates
Romagne's accent so well."
"Romagne's acshent! I! I shpeak like
Romagne! like an Oubregnat? "
" Monsieur understands it exactly; it
has been just so for a week! "
"It can't be! Goodnesh gracioush! I
didn't knoo it! "
Singuet raised his eyes to heaven, and
thought his master had gone crazy. M.
l'Ambert, aside from this cursed accent,
was in full possession of all his faculties.
He questioned his people one after
another, and was satisfied with regard to
his misfortune.
"Ah! that rashcally wooter-carrier!"
he cried. " I'm sure he hash been up to