It was at the house of one of my grandmother's friends, who is a cousin of his,--old Mademoiselle Goello, that I saw him for the first time.

There we spoke to each other; there we meet each other now." "Ah!" exclaimed M.Daburon, whose eyes were suddenly opened, "I remember now.

A few days before your visit to Mademoiselle Goello, you are gayer than usual; and, when you return, you are often sad." "That is because I see how much he is pained by the obstacles he cannot overcome." "Is his family, then, so illustrious," asked the magistrate harshly, "that it disdains alliance with yours ?" "I should have told you everything, without waiting to be questioned, sir," answered Mademoiselle d'Arlange, "even his name.

He is called Albert de Commarin." The marchioness at this moment, thinking she had walked enough, was preparing to return to her rose-coloured boudoir.

She therefore approached the arbour, and exclaimed in her loud voice:-- "Worthy magistrate, piquet awaits you." Mechanically the magistrate arose, stammering, "I am coming." Claire held him back.