"I am rather too old to be looking for a Madame Aubertin," said he; "no; it is Madame Raynal, and Mademoiselle de Beaurepaire." Mivart became confidential.

"Madame Aubertin and her sister," said he, "are so lovely they make me ill to look at them: the deepest blue eyes you ever saw, both of them; high foreheads; teeth like ivory mixed with pearl; such aristocratic feet and hands; and their arms--oh!" and by way of general summary the young surgeon kissed the tips of his fingers, and was silent; language succumbed under the theme.

The doctor smiled coldly.
Mivart added, "If you had come an hour sooner, you might have seen Mademoiselle Rose; she was in the town." "Mademoiselle Rose?
who is that ?" "Why, Madame Aubertin's sister." At this Dr.Aubertin looked first very puzzled, then very grave.
"Hum!" said he, after a little reflection, "where do these paragons live ?" "They lodge at a small farm; it belongs to a widow; her name is Roth." They parted.

Dr.Aubertin walked slowly towards his carriage, his hands behind him, his eyes on the ground.

He bade the driver inquire where the Widow Roth lived, and learned it was about half a league out of the town.