It seems that she has red hair! I will certainly go for the sake of my poor--I will go--and she will give me the money, but she will give me nothing but money; the Marquise gave me something else--her life and her heart.

Every week we went together to visit the sick and the poor; she knew all the sufferings and the miseries of the country round, and when the gout nailed me to my easy-chair she made the rounds alone, and as well, or better than I." Pauline interrupted this conversation.

She carried an immense earthenware salad-dish, on which bloomed, violent and startling, enormous red flowers.
"Here I am," said Pauline, "I am going to cut the salad.

Jean, would you like lettuce or endive ?" "Endive," said Jean, gayly.

"It is a long time since I have had any endive." "Well, you shall have some to-night.