bailiffs. I think she has bewitched every one of them. She will
leave the attic when she pleases, Monsieur; but she is going to leave
in her own carriage. Let me tell you that!"

Therese reflected for a moment; and then uttered these words:

"A pretty face is a curse from Heaven."

"Then I ought to thank Heaven for having spared me that curse. But
here! put my hat and cane away. I am going to amuse myself with a
few pages of Moreri. If I can trust my old fox-nose, we are going
to have a nicely flavoured pullet for dinner. Look after that
estimable fowl, my girl, and spare your neighbors, so that you and
your old master may be spared by them in turn."

Having thus spoken, I proceeded to follow out the tufted ramifications
of a princely genealogy.




May 7, 1851



I have passed the winter according to the ideal of the sages, in
angello cum libello; and now the swallows of the Quai Malaquais
find me on their return about as when they left me. He who lives
little, changes little; and it is scarcely living at all to use up
one's days over old texts.