working class with phrases borrowed from
Jean-Jacques Rousseau, and with sobs in his throat.

Next day, as we were leaning our elbows on the same window sill, the same
woman perceived us and cried out to us:

"Good-day, scholars!" in a comical sort of tone, while she made a
contemptuous gesture with her hands.

I flung her a cigarette, which she immediately began to smoke. And the
four other ironers rushed out to the door with outstretched hands to get
cigarettes also.

And each day a friendly intercourse was established between the
working-women of the pavement and the idlers of the boarding school.

Pere Piquedent was really a comical sight. He trembled at being noticed,
for he might lose his position; and he made timid and ridiculous
gestures, quite a theatrical display of love signals, to which the women
responded with a regular fusillade of kisses.

A perfidious idea came into my mind. One day, on entering our room, I
said to the old usher in a low tone:

"You would not believe it, Monsieur Piquedent, I met the little
washerwoman! You know the one I mean, the woman who had the basket, and I
spoke to her!"

He asked, rather worried at my manner:

"What did she say to you?"

"She said to me--why, she said she thought you were very nice. The
fact of the matter is, I believe, I believe, that she is a little in love
with you." I saw that he was growing pale.

"She is laughing at me, of course. These things don't happen at my age,"
he replied.

I said gravely:

"How is that? You are all right."

As I felt that my trick had produced its effect on him, I did not press
the matter.

But every day I pretended that I had met the little laundress and that I
had spoken to her about him, so that in the end he believed me, and sent
her ardent and earnest kisses.

Now it happened that one morning, on my way to the boarding school, I
really came across her. I accosted her without hesitation, as if I had
known her for the last ten years.

"Good-day, mademoiselle. Are you quite well?"

"Very well, monsieur, thank you."

"Will you have a cigarette?"

"Oh! not in the street."

"You can smoke it at home."

"In that case, I will."

"Let me tell you, mademoiselle, there's something you don't know."

"What is that, monsieur?"

"The old gentleman--my old professor, I mean--"

"Pere Piquedent?"

"Yes, Pere Piquedent. So you know his name?"

"Faith, I do! What of that?"

"Well, he is in love with you!"