I happened to have hung there between two engravings a little sketch of underwoods not unlike this; one comes down, the other is hung instead--a little bit of jobbery of which I am still ashamed.

I risked it all for you, in the hope that she would come and recognize the subject." "Of course she will recognize it, and understand; how on earth could she help it?
My dear Sylvestre, how can I thank you ?" I seized my friend's hand and begged his forgiveness for my foolish haste of speech.
He, too, was a little touched and overcome by the pleasure his surprise had given me.
"Look here, Plumet," he said to the frame-maker, who had taken the sketch over to the light, and was studying it with a professional eye.
"This young man has even a greater interest than I in the matter.

He is a suitor for the lady's hand, and you can be very useful to him.

If you do not frame the picture his happiness is blighted." The frame-maker shook his head.
"Let's see, Antoine," said a coaxing little voice, and Madame Plumet left the cradle to come to our aid.
I considered our cause as won.

Plumet repeated in vain, as he pulled his beard, that it was impossible; she declared it was not.