luggage, and walk about the streets until such hour as we could venture to knock up Bland. He opened his room door in his night-shirt, and though but half awake, gave us a most genial and hearty welcome. As soon as he was dressed, he went out for milk and other comestibles, and while he made the coffee, Calderon and I got rid of some dust and dirt, and we breakfasted merrily together. The meal over, the first thing was to go out, the first place to see, the Louvre. On our way I noticed many houses the walls of which were covered with bullet-marks and abrasions, suggestive of the recent coup d' état. After some hours passed in the Louvre, and having got a lodging, we were ready for more pictures, and visited the Luxem- bourg, then dined, and finished a pretty long day by going to the theatre at night and seeing Mile. Dejazet in some piece in which she played the part of a rakish young man. She was then not over sixty summers, I believe.
Our lodging consisted of but one room in a house in the Rue des Martyrs, in the Montmartre quarter, and near the Atelier Picot, where I hoped to study. In this room for nearly five months Calderon and I lived together in perfect amity, poor but content. We shared the same bed, dined at the same restaurant, and were, as much from inclination as from motives of economy, inseparable. We soon
