radiant countenance, and announced to me the consummation of his dream. "She is mine! she is mine! mine only!" he cried, dropping into a chair.
"She has left the shop?" I demanded.
"Last night—at eleven o clock. We went off in a cab."
"You have her at home?"
"For ever and ever!" he declared ecstatically.
"My dear fellow, my compliments!"
"It was not an easy matter," he went on. "But I held her in my arms."
I renewed my compliments, and said I hoped she was happy; and he declared that she was smiling more than ever. Positively! And he added that I must immediately come and see her: he was impatient to present me. Nothing, I answered, would give me greater pleasure, but meanwhile what did the husband say?
"He grumbles a bit," said Sanguinetti, "but I gave him five hundred francs."
"You have got off easily," I said; and I promised that at my first moment of leisure I would call upon my friend's new companion. I saw him three or four times before this moment arrived, and he assured me that she had made a happy man of him. "Whenever I have greatly wanted a thing, waited for it, and at last got it, I have always been in bliss for a month afterward," he said. "But
