And I do not wonder.

She has a charm which makes me sad--for her." "So I have felt, so I have felt for her, monsieur.

When she is gayest, and when, as it might seem, I am quite happy, talking to her, or picnicking, or idling on the river, or helping her with her lessons, I have sadness, I know not why." The Judge pressed his friend's arm firmly.

His voice grew more insistent.

"Now, Maitre Fille, I think I understand the story, but there are lacunee which you must fill.