Anatole!--_vaurien_!--_ou es-tu_ ?' A small monkey, in a red jacket, who had been sitting unnoticed on the top of a cabinet since Fenwick's entrance, clattered down to the floor, and, running to his master, was soon sitting on his shoulder, staring at Fenwick with a pair of grave, soft eyes.

Watson caressed him;--and then pointed to a wicker cage outside the window in which a pigeon was pecking at some Indian-corn.

The cage door was wide open.
'She comes to feed here by day.

In the morning I wake up and hear her there--the darling! In the evening she spreads her wings, and I watch her fly toward Saint-Cloud.

No doubt the jade keeps a family there.
Oh! some day she'll go--like the rest of them--and I shall miss her abominably.' 'You seem also to be favoured by mice ?' said Fenwick, idly looking at two traps on the floor beside him.
Watson smiled.
'My _femme de service_ sets those traps every night.