His praises increased my emulation, to which he added some good advice respecting the prosecution of my studies, which I found useful.

Unhappily, this weakly body contained a very feeling soul.

Some years after, he was chagrined by I know not what unlucky affair, but it cost him his life.

This was really unfortunate, for he was a good little man, whom at a first acquaintance one laughed at, but afterwards loved.

Though our situations in life were very little connected with each other, as I received some useful lessons from him, I thought gratitude demanded that I should dedicate a few sentences to his memory.
As soon as I found myself at liberty, I ran into the street where Mademoiselle Galley lived, flattering myself that I should see someone go in or out, or at least open a window, but I was mistaken, not even a cat appeared, the house remaining as close all the time as if it had been uninhabited.