worked in silk, and in an excellent state of preservation. Buy this from me for your study. I will not charge you dear for it, since it is you."
At the name of Omphale all my blood rushed to my heart.
"Unroll that tapestry," I said to the merchant in a hurried, gasping voice, like one in a fever.
It was indeed she! I fancied that her mouth smiled graciously at me, and that her eye lighted up on meeting mine.
"How much do you ask?"
"Well, I could not possibly let you have it for any less than five hundred francs."
"I have not that much with me now. I will get it and be back in an hour."
I returned with the money, but the tapestry was no longer there. An Englishman had bargained for it during my absence, offered six hundred francs for it, and taken it away with him.
After all, perhaps it was best that it should have been thus, and that I should preserve this delicious souvenir intact. They say one should never return to a first
