I will not insist upon your doing penance, your face humbled to the ground; but I will condemn you to love me to-day more than yesterday, to-morrow more than to-day.

Upon these conditions, I will pass a sponge across your grave error, and we shall speak of it no more.
"Ever yours.

It is agreed, is it not ?" Samuel Brohl had the surprise of receiving at the same time another letter, thus worded: "MY DEAR COUNT: I cannot explain to myself your conduct; you no longer give me any signs of life.

I believed that I had some claims upon you, and that you would hasten to announce to me in person the great event of events, and seek my congratulations.

Come, I beg of you, and dine this evening at Maisons with Abbe Miollens, who is dying to embrace you; he studies men in Horace, you know, and he finds none whom he prefers to you.
"You need not answer, but come; else I will be displeased with you as long as I live." Samuel replied as follows to Mlle.