You say that there is perplexity, and that you do not understand; but, on the contrary, it was in June that all was obscure, and it is to-day that everything is clear!" While I was saying these last words the door of the parlor was softly opened, and some one came in.

It was a young man, fair as Auguste, in an overcoat, and wearing a workman's cap.

I started.

Auguste turned round and said to me, "You can trust him." The young man took off his cap, came close up to me, carefully turning his back on the glazed partition, and said to me in a low voice, "I know you well.

I was on the Boulevard du Temple to-day.