to lose himself as soon as he got there. But
in the various quarters which he traversed at hazard, he admired the
great changes which had been wrought during his absence. Fougas' taste
was for having streets very long, very wide, and bordered with very
large houses all alike; he could not fail to notice that the Parisian
style was rapidly approaching his ideal. It was not yet absolute
perfection, but progress was manifest.

By a very natural illusion, he paused twenty times to salute people of
familiar appearance; but no one recognized him.

After a walk of five hours he reached the _Place du Carrousel_. The
_hotel de Nantes_ was no longer there; but the Louvre had been erected
instead. Fougas employed a quarter of an hour in regarding this
monument of architecture, and half an hour in contemplating two Zouaves
of the guard who were playing piquet. He inquired if the Emperor was in
Paris; whereupon his attention was called to the flag floating over the
Tuilleries.

"Good!" said he. "But first I must get some new clothes."

He took a room in a hotel on the _Rue Saint Honore_, and asked a waiter
which was the most celebrated tailor in Paris. The waiter handed him a
Business Directory. Fougas hunted out the Emperor's bootmaker,
shirtmaker, hatter, tailor, barber, and glovemaker. He took down their
names and addresses in Clementine's pocket-book, after which he took a
carriage and set out.

As he had a small and shapely foot, he found boots ready-made without
any difficulty. He was promised, too, that all the linen he required
should be sent home in the evening. But when he came to explain to the
hatter what sort of an apparatus he intended to plant on his head, he
encountered great difficulties. His ideal was an enormous hat, large at
the crown, small below, broad in the brim, and curved far down behind
and before; in a word, the historic heirloom to which the founder of
Bolivia gave his name long ago. The shop had to be turned upside down,
and all its recesses searched, to find what he wanted.

"At last," cried the hatter, "here's your article. If it's for a stage
dress, you ought to be satisfied; the comic effect can be depended
upon."

Fougas answered dryly, that the hat was much less ridiculous than all
those which were then circulating around the streets of Paris.

At the celebrated tailor's, in the _Rue de la Paix_, there was almost a
battle.

"No, monsieur," said Alfred, "I'll never make you a frogged sur