Early one morning, before Christopher Newman was dressed, a little old man was ushered into his apartment, followed by a youth in a blouse, bearing a picture in a brilliant frame.

Newman, among the distractions of Paris, had forgotten M.Nioche and his accomplished daughter; but this was an effective reminder.
"I am afraid you had given me up, sir," said the old man, after many apologies and salutations.

"We have made you wait so many days.

You accused us, perhaps, of inconstancy of bad faith.

But behold me at last! And behold also the pretty Madonna.