"The child is poor."

"The daughter of Clementine is poor!" I exclaimed aloud; "how
fortunate that is so! I would not whish that any one by myself
should proved for her and dower her! No! the daughter of Clementine
must not have her dowry from any one but me."

And, approaching Madame de Gabry as she rose from her chair, I took
her right hand; I kissed that hand, and placed it on my arm, and
said:

"You will conduct me to the grave of the widow of Noel Alexandre."

And I heard Madame de Gabry asking me:

"Why are you crying?"




Chapter IV -- The Little Saint-George


April 16.


Saint Drocoveus and the early abbots of Saint-Germain-des-Pres have
been occupying me for the past forty years; but I do not know if I
shall be able to write their history before I go to join them. It
is already quite a long time since I became an old man. One day