"I'm going to Montmartre," he said; "will you come part of the way with me ?" Pierre assented, particularly as the young man added that on his way he meant to call for his brother Antoine at the Museum of the Louvre.

That bright afternoon the Louvre picture galleries were steeped in warm and dignified quietude, which one particularly noticed on coming from the tumult and scramble of the streets.

The majority of the few people one found there were copyists working in deep silence, which only the wandering footsteps of an occasional tourist disturbed.

Pierre and Francois found Antoine at the end of the gallery assigned to the Primitive masters.

With scrupulous, almost devout care he was making a drawing of a figure by Mantegna.