Her aunt scolded in vain; in spite of the remarks of Mlle.
Sambucco and all the persons present, she reopened the walnut box, kneeled down beside the mummy and kissed it on the forehead.
"Poor man!" said she, rising, "How cold he is! Monsieur Leon, promise me that if he is dead you will have him laid in consecrated ground!" "As you please, Mademoiselle.

I had intended to send him to the anthropological museum, with my father's permission; but you know that we can refuse you nothing." They did not separate as gaily, by a good deal, as they had met.

M.
Renault and his son escorted Mlle.

Sambucco and her niece to their door, and met the big colonel of cuirassiers who had been honoring Clementine with his attentions.

The young girl tenderly pressed the arm of her betrothed and said: "Here is a man who never sees me without sighing.
And what sighs! Gracious Heavens! It wouldn't take more than two to fill the sails of a a ship.