In Frowenfeld the story stirred deeper feelings.
On this same day, while it was still early morning, Honore Grandissime, f.m.c., with more than even his wonted slowness of step and propriety of rich attire, had reappeared in the shop of the rue Royale.

He did not need to say he desired another private interview.

Frowenfeld ushered him silently and at once into his rear room, offered him a chair (which he accepted), and sat down before him.
In his labored way the quadroon stated his knowledge that Frowenfeld had been three times to the dwelling of Palmyre Philosophe.

Why, he further intimated, he knew not, nor would he ask; but _he_--when _he_ had applied for admission--had been refused.

He had laid open his heart to the apothecary's eyes--"It may have been unwisely--" Frowenfeld interrupted him; Palmyre had been ill for several days; Doctor Keene--who, Mr.Grandissime probably knew, was her physician-- The landlord bowed, and Frowenfeld went on to explain that Doctor Keene, while attending her, had also fallen sick and had asked him to take the care of this one case until he could himself resume it.