"But we shall take no new lodgers.
Presently you would go," with a cold smile, "as he goes to-day." "My father lodged here three years," Claude answered, raising his head with pride.

"He did not go until he returned to France.

I ask nothing better than to lodge where my father lodged.

Madame Royaume will know my name.

When she hears that I am the son of M.Gaston Mercier, who often speaks of her----" "He fell sick here, I think ?" the girl said.