Yet, begad, you had solid virtues; and I wish, for your sake, I had been a different kind of fellow.

Well, well, we'll meet again some time, and then we'll be good friends, no doubt." He turned away from the sketches and picked up some illustrated newspapers.

In one was a portrait.

He looked at it, then at the sketches again and again.
"There's a resemblance," he said.

"But no, it's not possible.
Andree-Mademoiselle Victorine! That would be amusing.