Hey, Jeanne ?" Mademoiselle Jeanne had returned to the table, where she was standing when I entered, and seemed, after a moment, to busy herself in arranging the books scattered in disarray on the green cloth.

But she had a secret object--to regain possession of the paper spiral that lay there neglected, its pin sticking up beside the lamp-stand.

Her light hand, hovering hither and thither, had by a series of cunning manoeuvres got the offending object behind a pile of duodecimos, and was now withdrawing it stealthily among the inkstands and paperweights.
M.Charnot interrupted this little stratagem.
She answered very prettily, with a slight toss of the head: "But, father, not everybody can be in the Institute." "Far from it, Jeanne.

This gentleman, for instance, devotes himself to one method of inking parchment that never will make him my colleague.
Doctor of Laws and Master of Arts,--I presume, sir, you are going to be a notary ?" "Excuse me, an advocate." "I was sure of it.

Jeanne, my dear, in country families it is a standing dilemma; if not a notary, then an advocate; if not an advocate, then a notary." M.Charnot spoke with an exasperating half-smile.
I ought to have laughed, to be sure; I ought to have shown sense enough at any rate to hold my tongue and not to answer the gibes of this vindictive man of learning.