If this Bardelys were not more beautiful than I, then he was not nearly so beautiful a man as she had imagined.

She turned to Saint-Eustache.
"It is indeed so, Chevalier ?" she inquired.

"Do you note the resemblance ?" "Vanitas, vanitate," murmured the youth, who had some scraps of Latin and a taste for airing them.

"I can see no likeness--no trace of one.
Monsieur de Lesperon is well enough, I should say.

But Bardelys!" He cast his eyes to the ceiling.