curiosity without satisfying it. Who, after the Restoration,
could remember the attachment which, before the Revolution, had
bound this man to his friend's wife, dead now these twenty year?

The leader, who appeared the least dilapidated of these wrecks,
came gallantly up to Madame de Rouville, kissed her hand, and sat
down by her. The other bowed and placed himself not far from his
model, at a distance represented by two chairs. Adelaide came
behind the old gentleman's armchair and leaned her elbows on the
back, unconsciously imitating the attitude given to Dido's sister
by Guerin in his famous picture.

Though the gentleman's familiarity was that of a father, his
freedom seemed at the moment to annoy the young girl.

"What, are you sulky with me?" he said.

Then he shot at Schinner one of those side-looks full of
shrewdness and cunning, diplomatic looks, whose expression
betrays the discreet uneasiness, the polite curiosity of
well-bred people, and seems to ask, when they see a stranger,
"Is he one of us?"

"This is our neighbor," said the old lady, pointing to Hippolyte.
"Monsieur is a celebrated painter, whose name must be known to you
in spite of your indifference to the arts."

The old man saw his friend's mischievous intent in suppressing
the name, and bowed to the young man.