Roget

Father Roget sang, also in French, explaining himself with a humourous skill in pantomime that set the room in a roar.

We had also a bright, sweet-natured little 193 Frenchwoman, Mlle. Roget, who taught her native language.

"Stir yourself, man," cried Martin-Roget savagely, as he gripped the fellow by the shoulder and gave him a vigorous shaking.

"You're a fool," growled Martin-Roget, who of a truth had not taken in as yet the full significance of the man's jerky sentences.

He knows that my whole life is in your exquisite hands—he knows that our happiness is somehow threatened by that man Martin-Roget.