3/27 I can't say anything to her; I am afraid of her. One evening, last summer, when I took her to walk in the Champs Elysees, she said some things to me that frightened me." "What were they ?" "Excuse an unhappy father from telling you," said M.Nioche, unfolding his calico pocket-handkerchief. He was curious about the progress of his copies, but it must be added that he was still more curious about the progress of the young lady herself. He went one afternoon to the great museum, and wandered through several of the rooms in fruitless quest of her. |