entered, followed by a young man, in which the journalist recognized the escaped from college, on the evening of the Blonde Venus, launched the famous “very chic, “which caused more. The arrival of this lady moved the living room. Strongly, the Countess Sabine had risen, to advance to meet him and she took both hands, she called her his dear Madame Hugon. Seeing his cousin curiously watching this scene, the Faloise to touch, put the current, in a few short words: Mme Hugon, widow of a lawyer, removed to Fondettes, an old family estate, near Orleans , kept a pied-à-terre in Paris, in a house she owned, rue de Richelieu would spend a few weeks now to install his youngest son, who was the first year of law was once a great friend the Marquise de Chouard and he was born the Countess, she kept her home for months, before her marriage, and she even familiar terms.

– I brought Georges said Mme Hugon to Sabine. He grew up, I hope!

The young man with bright eyes and golden curls of a girl disguised as a boy, greeted the Countess without embarrassment, reminded him of a portion of the wheel they had made together, two years ago to Fondettes.

– Philippe is not in Paris? asked the Count Muffat.

– Oh! No, replied the old lady. It is always stationed at Bourges.

She was sitting, she spoke proudly of his eldest son, a tall man who, after engaging in a whim, had just arrived very quickly to the rank of lieutenant. All the ladies around him with respectful