I was told to show you Mlle.

Gautier's grave; here you have it.

Is there anything else I can do for you ?" "Do you know M.Armand Duval's address ?" I asked.
"Yes; he lives at Rue de -- --; at least, that's where I always go to get my money for the flowers you see there." "Thanks, my good man." I gave one more look at the grave covered with flowers, half longing to penetrate the depths of the earth and see what the earth had made of the fair creature that had been cast to it; then I walked sadly away.
"Do you want to see M.Duval, sir ?" said the gardener, who was walking beside me.
"Yes." "Well, I am pretty sure he is not back yet, or he would have been here already." "You don't think he has forgotten Marguerite ?" "I am not only sure he hasn't, but I would wager that he wants to change her grave simply in order to have one more look at her." "Why do you think that ?" "The first word he said to me when he came to the cemetery was: 'How can I see her again ?' That can't be done unless there is a change of grave, and I told him all about the formalities that have to be attended to in getting it done; for, you see, if you want to move a body from one grave to another you must have it identified, and only the family can give leave for it under the direction of a police inspector.

That is why M.
Duval has gone to see Mlle.

Gautier's sister, and you may be sure his first visit will be for me." We had come to the cemetery gate.