Poor boy, he had no breeding." The hearse began its journey in the colossal shadow of the Pantheon, and proceeded down the Rue Soufflet, which is lined on both sides with booksellers' shops.

Chevalier's fellow-players, the employes of the theatre, the director, Dr.Socrates, Constantin Marc, a few journalists and a few inquisitive onlookers followed.

The clergy and the actresses took their seats in the mourning coaches.

Nanteuil, disregarding Madame Doulce's advice, followed with Fagette, in a hired coupe.
The weather was fine.

Behind the hearse the mourners were conversing in familiar fashion.
"The cemetery is the devil of a way!" "Montparnasse?
Half an hour at the outside." "Do you know Nanteuil is engaged at the Comedie-Francaise ?" "Do we rehearse to-day ?" Constantin Marc inquired of Romilly.
"To be sure we do, at three o'clock, in the green-room.