The Parisians, Book 12.

erent quarter from that in which Isaura had visited him. Then, the street selected was still in the centre of the beau monde-now, it was within the precincts of that sect

ds which offered to the inquisitive epicure an experiment in food much too costly for the popular stomach-dainty morsels of elephant, hippopotamus, and wolf, interspersed with half-emptied bottles of varied and high-priced wines. Passing these evidences of unseasonable extravagance with a mute sentiment of anger and disgust, Madame Rameau penetrated into a small cabinet, t

to the poet-world, of which he was rather a vagrant nomad than a settled cultivator. Then she would silently bathe his feverish temples with the perfumed water she found on his dressing-table. And so she watched till, in the middle of the night, he woke up, and recovered the possession of his r

as deeply affected by these representations. He excused himself feebly by dwelling on the excitement of the times, the preoccupation of his mind, the example of his companions; but with his excuses he mingled passionate expressions of remorse, and before daybreak mother and son were completely reconciled. Then he fell into a

rk for thee and my father. Take this tri

I fear that she will not take thy money, an

rranging with care his dark ringlets: his personal vanity-

s not likely, when she sees and hears me, that she can wish to ab

cart stationed at the door, and the Venosta on the threshold, superintending the removal

broker to buy these things which we don't want just at present, and can replace by new and prettier things when the siege is over and we get our

eps to the sitting-room. There she seated herself quietly, looking with abstr

. The fire was soon lighted, the Venosta plying the bellows. It was not till this banquet, of which Isaura, faint as she was, scarcely partook, had been remitted to the two Italian women-servants, and an

u art free!" and then she related all that M. Rameau had said, a

a union from which her soul so recoiled-not that she was indeed free, but to pray, with tears rolling down her cheeks, that God would yet save to Himself, a