include the upper side of Conti Street from Chartres to Royal; and as
Chester did so, yonder, once more, coming from Bourbon and turning from
Conti into Royal, there she was again, the avoided one!

Her black cupid was at her side, tiny even for nine years. They
disappeared conversing together. With his heart in his throat Chester
turned away, resumed his walk, and passed into the marble halls where
justice dreamt she dwelt. Up and down one of these, little traversed
so early, he paced, with a question burning in his breast, which every
new sigh of mortification fanned hotter: _Had she seen him_?--this
time? those other times? And did those Castanados suspect? Was that
why Mme. Castanado had the grippe, and the manuscript was yet unread?

A voice spoke his name and he found himself facing the very black
dealer in second-hand books.

"I was yonder at Toulouse Street," said Ovide Landry, "coming up-town,
when I saw you at Conti coming down. I have another map of the old
city for you. At that rate, Mr. Chester, you'll soon have as good a
collection as the best."

The young man was pleased: "Does it show exactly where Maspero's
Exchange stood?" he asked.

Ovide said come to the shop and see.

"I will, to-day; at six." Another man came up, "Ah, Mr. Castanado!
How--how is your patient?"

"Madame"--the costumer smiled happily--"is once more well. I was