Mr.Engelman sat down on one of the hall chairs completely overwhelmed.

"Dear and admirable woman!" I heard him say to himself softly.
Taking leave of me in my turn, the widow dropped my hand, struck, to all appearance, by a new idea.
"I have a favor to ask of you, David," she said.

"Do you mind going back with us ?" As a matter of course I took my hat, and placed myself at her service.
Mr.Engelman got on his feet, and lifted his plump hands in mute and melancholy protest.

"Don't be uneasy," Madame Fontaine said to him, with a faint smile of contempt.

"David doesn't love me!" I paused for a moment, as I followed her out, to console Mr.Engelman.
"She is old enough to be my mother, sir," I whispered; "and this time, at any rare, she has told you the truth." Hardly a word passed between us on our way through the streets and over the bridge.