The Parisians, Book 9.

the day before the Colonel's departure; but the name of Isaura Cicogna had not again been uttered by either. Morley was surprised that his wife did not question him minutely as to the mode

He has thrown away a prize richer than his ambiti

The people are loyal to the present dynast

ank; that subject is done with. H

tter received three days before, and brooded over it intently, studying every word. When she had thus reperused it, her tears fell upon the page. "Poor Isaura!" she muttered -"poor Isaura! I know she loves him-and how deeply a nature like hers can love! But I must break it to her. If I did not, she would rem

dame Savarin ca

you. Poor Gustave is very ill-an attack of th

earnest tender tones; "it must be a very

t surely you must have observed how ill he has been lo

stricken. Wrapt in her own happy thoughts, she would not have noticed

ur friend's failing health. Why should I disguise my meaning? You know

a friend; I admire hi

s akin

hat saying, at all even

eau; I never gave him c

, that support, that protection, which a husband alone can give. My dear child, as the wife myself of a man of letters, and familiarised to all the gossip, all the scandal, to which they who give their names to the public are exposed, I declare that if I had a daughter who inherited Savarin's talents, and was ambitious of attaining to his renown, I would rather shut her up in a convent than let her publish a book that was in every one's hands until she had sheltered her name under that of a husband; and if I say this of my child, with a father so wise in the world's ways, and so popularly respected as my bon homme, what must I feel to be essential to your safety, poor stranger in our land! poor solitary orphan! with no other advice or guardian than the singing mistress whom you touchingly call 'Madre!' I see how I distress and pain you-I cannot he

at Madame Savarin became alarmed; but when she attempted to embrace and soothe her, Isaura recoiled w

essage to Madame Savarin that Mademoiselle was so unwell t

Morley called, but Isa

nted love was not the immediate cause of his illness, and yet it had much to do with it. The goad of Isaura's refusal had driven him into seeking distraction in excesses which a stronger frame could not have courted with impunity. The man was thorough

Commun, and in consequence of that information, Victor de Mauleon came to see the sick man. By his bed he found Savarin, who had called, as it were by chance, and s

a whisper, "Somebody told me

n it. Rameau never mentioned his

n to hate of the bourgeoisie, high or low; while a beautiful young author pushing his way into the C

ill living, and took the hint. Two hours afterwards Ramea

tor said to the mother,

here we shall pu

boy!" cried indigna