Then he raised his head and exclaimed: "I have something for you that will please you." "Nothing ever pleases me now she is dead." "Yes, yes indeed," replied the young sculptor eagerly.

"I could not forget the good soul, and once in my idle moments I modelled her bust from memory.

To-morrow I will bring it to you." "Oh!" cried Selene, and her large heavy eyes brightened with a sunny gleam.
"Now, is not it true, you are pleased ?" "Yes indeed, very much.

But when my father learns that it is you who have given me the portrait--" "Is he capable of destroying it ?" "If he does not destroy it, he will not suffer it in the house as soon as he knows that you made it." Pollux took the handkerchief from the steward's head, moistened it afresh, and exclaimed as he rearranged it on the forehead of the sleeping man: "I have an idea.

All that matters is that my bust should serve to remind you often of your mother; the bust need not stand in your rooms.