her lips a long, loving kiss, which she returned with her whole heart.
And then he hurried away.

He usually took an omnibus on his arrival at the Northern Railway
terminus. But on the days when only thirty sous remained at home he
bravely went through Paris on foot. It was, too, a very fine walk by way
of the Rue la Fayette, the Opera-house, the Boulevards, the Rue Royale,
and then, after the Place de la Concorde, the Cours la Reine, the Alma
bridge, and the Quai d'Orsay.

Beauchene's works were at the very end of the Quai d'Orsay, between the
Rue de la Federation and the Boulevard de Grenelle. There was hereabouts
a large square plot, at one end of which, facing the quay, stood a
handsome private house of brickwork with white stone dressings, that had
been erected by Leon Beauchene, father of Alexandre, the present master
of the works. From the balconies one could perceive the houses which were
perched aloft in the midst of greenery on the height of Passy, beyond the
Seine; whilst on the right arose the campanile of the Trocadero palace.
On one side, skirting the Rue de la Federation, one could still see a
garden and a little house, which had been the modest dwelling of Leon
Beauchene in the heroic days of desperate toil when he had laid the
foundations of his fortune. Then the factory buildings and sheds, quite a
mass of grayish structures, overtopped by two huge chimneys, occupied
both the back part of the ground and that which fringed the Boulevard de
Grenelle, the latter being shut off by long windowless walls. This
important and well-known establishment manufactured chiefly agricultural
appliances, from the most powerful machines to those ingenious and
delicate implements on which particular care must be bestowed if
perfection is to be attained. In addition to the hundreds of men who
worked there daily, there were some fifty women, burnishers and