face the
enemies of herself and her dynasty. I need not say that they were
utterly mistaken. She slunk away at the supreme hour; while the
princess, whom she had presumed to teach the manners of a court, left
like a princess in an open landau, preceded by an outrider. I am
alluding to Princess Clotilde.

CHAPTER XVI.

The story of a celebrated sculptor and his model -- David
d'Angers at the funeral of Cortot, the sculptor -- How I became
acquainted with him -- The sculptor leaves the funeral procession
to speak to a woman -- He tells me the story -- David d'Angers'
sympathy with Greece in her struggle for independence -- When
Botzaris falls at Missolonghi, he makes up his mind to carve his
monument -- Wishes to do something original -- He finds his idea
in the cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise -- In search of a model --
Comes unexpectedly upon her in the Rue du Montparnasse, while in
company of Victor Hugo -- The model and her mother -- The bronze
Christ on the studio wall -- David gives it to his model -- The
latter dismissed -- A plot against the sculptor's life -- His
model saves him -- He tries to find her and fails -- Only meets
with her when walking behind the hearse of Cortot -- She appears
utterly destitute -- Loses sight of her again -- Meets her on the
outer boulevards with a nondescript of the worst character -- He
endeavours to rescue her, but fails -- Canler, of the Paris
police, reveals the tactics pursued with regard to "unfortunates"
-- David's exile and death -- The Botzaris Monument is brought
back to Paris to be restored -- The model at the door of the
exhibition -- Her death.

In connection with the treatment of "fallen women" in Paris, I may give
the following story, which becomes interesting in virtue of the
personality of one of the actors. In 1843 the sculptor Cortot died, and
I followed his funeral on foot, as was the custom in those days. I
walked by the side of one of the greatest artists France, or, for that
matter, the world, has ever produced--David d'Angers. The name of his
native town was adopted to distinguish him from his celebrated namesake,
the painter. I had become acquainted with the great sculptor a
twelvemonth previously, in Delacroix's studio. All at once, as the
procession went along the Quai Malaquais, I saw him start violently, and
break through what, for want of a mo