ART AND COMMERCE It was some two or three days after the interview just related that the apothecary of the rue Royale found it necessary to ask a friend to sit in the shop a few minutes while he should go on a short errand.

He was kept away somewhat longer than he had intended to stay, for, as they were coming out of the cathedral, he met Aurora and Clotilde.

Both the ladies greeted him with a cordiality which was almost inebriating, Aurora even extending her hand.

He stood but a moment, responding blushingly to two or three trivial questions from her; yet even in so short a time, and although Clotilde gave ear with the sweetest smiles and loveliest changes of countenance, he experienced a lively renewal of a conviction that this young lady was most unjustly harboring toward him a vague disrelish, if not a positive distrust.

That she had some mental reservation was certain.
"'Sieur Frowenfel'," said Aurora, as he raised his hat for good-day, "you din come home yet." He did not understand until he had crimsoned and answered he knew not what--something about having intended every day.