Good-night, mother." Without turning his head, he left the room and went back to his studio.
I made a movement to follow him and bring him back.
Madame Lampron stopped me.

"I will go myself," said she, "later--much later." We sat awhile in silence.

When she saw me somewhat recovered from the shock of my feelings she went on: "You never have seen him like this, but I have seen it often.

It is so hard! I knew her whom he loved almost as soon as he, for he never hid anything from me.

You can judge from her portrait whether hers was not the face to attract an artist like Sylvestre.