Still, I did not give up the portrait; Sylvestre set too great store by it.

He insists on keeping it, feeding his eyes on it, reopening his wound day by day.

Poor child! Forget all this, Monsieur Fabien; you can do nothing to help.

Be true to your youth, and tell us next time of Monsieur Charnot and Mademoiselle Jeanne." Dear Madame Lampron! I tried to console her; but as I never knew my mother, I could find but little to say.

All the same, she thanked me and assured me I had done her good..