of France he would be quite set up, and lost no time in imparting
this idea to Georges. But Georges was not just then in funds;
his time had been lately wholly taken up with his studies, and he
had been unable to do any literary hacking. When he told the
professor that he could not afford to spend a winter on the Riviera,
Le Noir looked at him fixedly a minute or two and then said:--
'Pauline's dot will be 10,000 francs. It comes to her from her
mother. With care that ought to keep you both till you have taken
your doctorate and can earn money for yourself. Will you marry
Pauline this autumn and take her with you to the south?' Well,
you can fancy whether this proposal pleased Georges or not. At
first he refused, of course; he would not take Pauline's money;
it was her's; he would wait till he could earn money of his own.
But the professor was persuasive, and when he told his daughter
of the discussion, she went privately into her father's study where
Georges sat, pretending to read chemistry, and settled the matter.
So the upshot of it was that late in October, Pauline became Madame
Saint-Cyr, and started with her husband for the Riviera.

"The winter turned out a bitter one. Bitter and wild and treacherous
over the whole of Europe. Snow where snow had not been seen time
out of mind; biting murderous winds that nothing could escape.
My friend Dr S. says the Riviera is not always kind to consumptives,
even when at its best; and this particular season saw it at its
worst. Georges Saint-Cyr caught a violent chill one evening at St
Raphael, whither he and his wife had gone for the sake of the
cheapness rather than to any of the larger towns on the littoral;
and in a very short time his old malady was on him again,--the fever,
the cough, the weakness,--in short, a fresh poussee, as the doctors
say. Pauline nursed him carefully till March set in; then he