that he made the discovery, the secret of his banishment from the society of the good laid its finger in his face and told him it must not be.
Man is too thoroughly an egoist not to be also an egotist; if he love, the object shall know it. During a lifetime he may conceal it through stress of expediency and honor, but it shall bubble from his dying lips though it disrupt a neighborhood. It is known, however, that most men do not wait so long to disclose their passion. In the case of Lorison, his particular ethics forbade him positively to declare his sentiments, but he must needs dally with the subject, and woo by innuendo, at least.
On this night, after the usual meal at the Carabine d’Or he strolled, with his companion, down the dim old street toward the river.
The Rue Chartres perishes in the old Place d’Armes. The ancient Cabildo, where
