It was an act that merits the gratitude of years, and as such shall be always remembered by me.

If the old French artist with the racking cough ever desires a favor at my hands, let him feel free to ask it.

The interest I experienced in him in the days of my trouble, will suffer no abatement in these of my joy and prosperity." And with a look that was more than words, she gave me a flower from the bouquet she held in her hand, and smilingly withdrew..