Two banks of the Seine

struck three. A little door hidden in the g

cing his usual audience of eight who wa

pt sheets from his por

y the study of the mastabas of Dahshour. The paintings contained in this necropolis afford to the historian perhaps more interesting insights than those of Abu-Roash. We find there particular

sed and consul

carried on the traffic with Lybia and the Syrian coast. It was first brought to public notice by Brugsch; then it formed the subject of two detailed communications fro

the blackboard behind him. A little cloud of whit

led out, as he wrote the hierogl

me sharply passed through the room. A lady entered, and with a rustle of silk, sat down behind the students. In spite of himself

ace he could do nothing but repeat his first

chants, as I said, one of those

cted such foolishness, such a childish caprice? And now she was making little signs at him as one does to friends in a the

ticed that the maste face remained

ot understand anything of this story about the paintings of the late Rhanofirnotpou. What! Paintings in

ned a huge chair as high as that of a judge, and flanked by two ushers with silver chains. In the chair, M. Raindal in a crimson red velvet robe bordered wit

ion bronze busts-Plato and Epictetus-perching like Chinese pottery upon two pedestals of imitation stone, this coarse white wood bench

of the necks of the eight students. Two were already bald. Three showed between the shoulders the shining line which the hard back of the omnibus pressed into the cloth. The

he wished she could give them advice about their

lecture was finished. M. Raindal had disappeared. But where? Through t

sing out. Some made way for her. None of them stared at her. And those who walked ahe

ring the echo. Ten minutes passed; she was freezing with cold. She was going to a

ture and assumed a smile

ar madame!" he excl

r lecture.... I did not understand eve

use in his poor eyesight

you? What is it you wish? To what fortu

nd my caresses off for two hours.... That is why, having nothing to do, and out of sheer boredom, I came here to see what one of you

hear you, that is all.... When it was over, I

d times ... really!..." M. R

they reached the street, and he saw Mme. Chambannes' own carriage wait

on to meet you again.... Please giv

prote

ant me to drive you hom

ed. From outside her coupé, Zozé insisted, beating the leather of the cushions as if she were calling a little dog. M. Raindal lost all his compo

fuse," Zozé said, and she lowered the front

were covered with steam. Protected from sight by the opaque glass, he bega

an; the pleasant scent of morocco leather blended with that of violets. M. Raindal sighed with comf

dame, that the lecture di

Moreover, I firmly ho

next

I attend," Zozé correct

ndal d

inking of c

hy not?... Are

dear madame

"Ah ha!... it appears that Mme. Rham-Bahan"-the younger Raindal never used any other name for Mme. Chambannes-"it appears that Mme. Rham-Bahan takes to Egyptology.... Bravo! Charming! Delightful!" Then would follow the sly irony of his colleagues, the jealous jests, the allusions, the scandal! No, no!

t in a position to derive any benefit from my teaching.... The Collège de France is a sort of seminary ... a seed-plo

ee that my presence is not welcome to you.... But how can I learn fo

ring obstinacy which was gradually getting on M. Rainda nerves. Phew! Let her "prepare"

id, giving him one of the sidelong looks that were her natu

rying to think of some way in which I can help you

ddenly, a joyful flicker swiftl

e insinuated; "an idea whi

t is

is so in

ndal urged, feeling that his ind

hall nev

his. She decided to speak at last, when the

eek, on Thursdays, or at least twice a month, not to give her lessons-no, Zozé would never bring herself to risk so impudent

indiscreet.... Yet, if you would ... it wou

ind grandfather-of her Uncle Panhias, for instance, when she was asking a favor. M. Raindal was intimidated and dared not move away. On seeing this slight, ele

.... "It would grieve me very much to displease you.... Never

!" Zozé said with f

at the soft silhouettes of the passers-by, un

s if a shooting pain h

aster?" Zozé asked

d of the street certain swaggering shoulders, a certain martial gait, merely Uncle Cypr

est part of the hypogee, in the dark serdab, in the cement-sealed partition, instead of finding himself i

othing like set dates.... I promise you..

replied mechanically, while attentively

s he passed, he gave the turn-out a contemptuous and yet mistrustful glance and walked up the

... I shall think abou

d with dis

s you would give m

other who might be coming down again, meeting him as he came out of the carriage and

e, very well.... I sha

How about Thursday? N

ursday a

d and looked at him with an expression of radiant gr

in a hurry.... Till Thursday, then, 5 lock

"Good-night! Good-by!" caused him to turn round again. He saw Zoz little

nnes was not repugnant to him, although he did not go so far as to admit it to himself. Once out of the hallowed atmosphere of the Collège, and saved from his brother Cyprien, he had begun to reproach himself for having so sharply rebuked his attractive admirer. Poor child! Should he not, on the contrary, find it touching, the case of this futile young person who was seized with a sudden passion for knowledge? Did it not afford him matter for observation, a subject most highly fascinating fo

and M. Raindal had not betraye

ut 9. How unfortunate! Precisely at that hour he was busy packing books for

ere you a

touched two of the large volum

pero.... Ebers!... Are you

gainst his uneasiness. "These are books

nes!" Thérèse re

, yes

vious Monday, with the exception, however,

oked up. Her thin lips met in sarcastic contraction. A

you g

Thursdays.... The most elementary courtesy requires it..

the trembling she felt in her voice. "Just as you say.... Y

k you for it?" M. Ra

burs

t is extremely frivolous, that those you are taking up with will bring you nothing but unpleasan

and fell on her crossed arm

ocular. "Phew! If I remember rightly, little girl, you were not so se

ld not repr

childishness in presence of the truth.... Race, blood, nationality-there is much more than these! They are people of a species different from ours, do you hear me, father? All of them, Germans, Prussians, French, E

used a sharp contra

ust admit that I have the right, with my ripe experience, to tell you that I am perhaps quite as good a judge of people as you are.... You

cted to glance through the pages

d mistrust.... Have no fear! If your impressions are justified, I shall be the first to notice it and to regulate my attitude accordingly.... But give up at least this attempt to delude yourself o

gave her a l

give me

ehead. M. Raindal laid a long kiss upon

ed her, for the face of Thérèse, altho

ted in an ob

id, exaggerating the satisfaction h

tly relieved when he heard that she was going to the Library after lunch. He

ose gray skin stuck to his flesh. He hurried, for fear of missing the omnibus. But