bearing this name:

"Princess Trepof."

Princess Trepof!--you who laughed and wept by turns so sweetly under
the fair sky of Agrigentum!--you, whom a cross old man believed to be
only a foolish little woman!--to-day I am convinced of your rare and
beautiful folly; and the old fellow whom you now overwhelm with
happiness will go to kiss your hand, and give you back, in another
form, this precious manuscript, of which both he and science owe you
an exact and sumptuous publication!

Therese entered my study just at that moment; she seemed to be very
much excited.

"Monsieur!" she cried, "guess whom I saw just now in a carriage, with
a coat-of-arms painted on it, that was stopping before the door?"

"Parbleu!--Madame Trepof," I exclaimed.

"I don't know anything about any Madame Trepof," answered my
housekeeper. "The woman I saw just now was dressed like a duchess,
and had a little boy with her, with lace-frills all along the seams
of his clothes. And it was that same little Madame Coccoz you once
sent a log to, when she was lying-in here about eleven years ago.
I recognized her at once."

"What!" I exclaimed, "you mean to say it was Madame Coccoz, the widow
of the almanac-peddler?"