Corneille is not an author to compromise any one, even in these times.

Don't you remember saying the other day that you felt ashamed of knowing but little of our greatest dramatist ?" Rose remembered well, and smiled almost as happily as in the old times over her present.

"There are some good engravings at the beginning of each act," continued Trudaine, directing her attention rather earnestly to the illustrations, and then suddenly leaving her side when he saw that she became interested in looking at them.
He went to the window--listened--then drew aside the curtain, and looked up and down the street.

No living soul was in sight.

"I must have been mistaken," he thought, returning hastily to his sister; "but I certainly fancied I was followed in my walk to-day by a spy." "I wonder," asked Rose, still busy over her book, "I wonder, Louis, whether my husband would let me go with you to see 'Le Cid' the next time it is acted." "No!" cried a voice at the door; "not if you went on your knees to ask him." Rose turned round with a scream.