If you truly love Mademoiselle de La Bastie, forget this conversation and shake hands with me, for I think you've got a heart.

I longed to see the Chalet, and I got here just as SHE was putting out her light.

I saw the dogs rush at you, and I overheard your words, and that is why I take the liberty of saying we serve in the same regiment--that of loyal devotion." "Monsieur," said La Briere, wringing the hunchback's hand, "would you have the friendliness to tell me if Mademoiselle Modeste ever loved any one WITH LOVE before she wrote to Canalis ?" "Oh!" exclaimed Butscha in an altered voice; "that thought is an insult.
And even now, who knows if she really loves?
does she know herself?
She is enamored of genius, of the soul and intellect of that seller of verses, that literary quack; but she will study him, we shall all study him; and I know how to make the man's real character peep out from under that turtle-shell of fine manners,--we'll soon see the petty little head of his ambition and his vanity!" cried Butscha, rubbing his hands.

"So, unless mademoiselle is desperately taken with him--" "Oh! she was seized with admiration when she saw him, as if he were something marvellous," exclaimed La Briere, letting the secret of his jealousy escape him.
"If he is a loyal, honest fellow, and loves her; if he is worthy of her; if he renounces his duchess," said Butscha,--"then I'll manage the duchess! Here, my dear sir, take this road, and you will get home in ten minutes." But as they parted, Butscha turned back and hailed poor Ernest, who, as a true lover, would gladly have stayed there all night talking of Modeste.
"Monsieur," said Butscha, "I have not yet had the honor of seeing our great poet.

I am very curious to observe that magnificent phenomenon in the exercise of his functions.