e.

"What do you mean?" she inquired.

He looked at her, smiled, and, in a light tone,

"Nothing," he answered, "only some conjectures of my own."

And throwing himself upon a chair, his head leaning upon its back,

"That is not the object of my visit either," he uttered. "Favoral
is overboard: don't let us say any thing more about him. Whether
he has got 'the bag' or not, you'll never see him again: he is as
good as dead. Let us, therefore, talk of the living, of yourself.
What's going to become of you?"

"I do not understand your question, sir."

"It is perfectly limpid, nevertheless. I am asking myself how you
are going to live, your mother and yourself?"

"Providence will not abandon us, sir."

M. Costeclar had crossed his legs, and with the end of his cane he
was negligently tapping his immaculate boot.

"Providence!" he giggled; "that's very good on the stage, in a play,
with low music in the orchestra. I can just see it. In real life,
unfortunately, the life which we both live, you and I, it is not
with words, were they a yard long, that the baker, the grocer, and
those rascally landlords, can be paid, or that dresses and shoes
can be bought."

She made no answer.

"Now, then," he went on, "here you are without a penny. Is it
Maxence who will supply you with money? Poor fellow! Where would
he get it? He has hardly enough for himself. Therefore, what are
you going to do?"

"I shall work, sir."

He got up, bowed low, and, resuming his seat,

"My sincere compliments," he said. "There is but one obstacle to
that fine resolution: it is impossible for a woman to live by her
labor alone. Servants are about the only ones who ever get their
full to eat."

"I'll be a servant, if necessary."

For two or three seconds he remained taken aback, but, recovering
himself,

"How different things would be," he resumed in an insinuating tone,
"if you had not rejected me when I wanted to become your husband!
But you couldn't bear the sight of me. And yet, 'pon my word, I was
in love with you, oh, but for good and earnest! You see, I am a
judge of women; and I saw very well how you would look, handsomely
dressed and got up, leaning back in a fine carriage in the Bois--"

Stronger than her will, disgust rose to her lips.

"Ah, sir!" she said.

He mistook her meaning.

"You are regretting all that," he continued. "I see it. Formerly,
eh, you would never have consented to receive me thus, a