“Ah! I see, I see. I meant to have told you that we did not wish to purchase any silks to-day; but in my absent-mindedness I forgot it. I also meant to tell you we wished to go directly to the Louvre; but I forgot that also. However, we will go there now. Pardon my seeming carelessness, Ferguson. Drive on.”
Within the half hour, we stopped again—in front of another silk store. We were angry; but the doctor was always serene, always smooth-voiced. He said:
“At last! How imposing the Louvre is, and yet how small! How exquisitely fashioned! How charmingly situated!—Venerable, venerable pile—”
“Pairdon, doctor, zis is not ze Louvre—it is—”
“What is it?”
“I have ze idea—it come to me in a moment—zat ze silk in zis magazin—“
“ZE SILK MAGAZIN.”
“Ferguson, how heedless I am. I fully intended to tell you
