place that enabled me to be a witness of
all that occurred. The day passed in patient toil, on the part of the
poor girl, the only relief she enjoyed being those moments when she was
called on to attend to the wants of her grandmother. A light potage,
with a few grapes and bread, composed her dinner; even of these I
observed that she laid aside nearly half for the succeeding day, doubts
of her having the means of supporting her parent until the handkerchief
was completed beginning to beset her mind. It was these painful and
obtrusive doubts that most distressed the dear girl, now, for the
expectation of reaping a reward comparatively brilliant, from the
ingenious device to repair her means on which she had fallen, was
strong within her. Poor child! her misgivings were the overflowings of
a tender heart, while her hopes partook of the sanguine character of
youth and inexperience!

{salle a manger = dining room; salon = living room; potage = soup}

My turn came the following morning. It was now spring, and this is a
season of natural delights at Paris. We were already in April, and the
flowers had begun to shed their fragrance on the air, and to brighten
the aspect of the public gardens. Mad. de la Rocheaimard usually slept
the soundest at this hour, and, hitherto, Adrienne had not hesitated to
leave her, while she went herself to the nearest public promenade, to
breathe the pure air and to gain strength for the day. In future, she
was to deny herself this sweet gratification. It was such a sacrifice,
as the innocent and virtuous, and I may add the tasteful, who are
cooped up amid the unnatural restraints of a town, will best know how
to appreciate. Still it was made without a murmur, though not without a
sigh.

When Adrienne laid me on the frame where I was to be ornamented by her
own pretty hands, she regarded me with a look of delight, nay, even of
affection, that I shall never forget. As yet she felt none of the
malign consequences of the self-denial she was about to exert. If not
blooming, her cheeks still retained some of their native color, and her
eye, thoughtful and even sad, was not yet anxious and sunken. She was
pleased with her purchase, and she contemplated prodigies in the way of
results. Adrienne was unusually skillful with the needle, and her taste
had been so highly cultivated, as to make her a perfect mistress of all
the proprieties of patterns. At the time it was thought of making an
offering of all