Ernest's heart was the complement of Canalis's glory.

Alas! it often takes two men to make a perfect lover, just as in literature we compose a type by collecting the peculiarities of several similar characters.

How many a time a woman has been heard to say in her own salon after close and intimate conversations:-- "Such a one is my ideal as to soul, and I love the other who is only a dream of the senses." The last letter written by Modeste, which here follows, gives us a glimpse of the enchanted isle to which the meanderings of this correspondence had led the two lovers.
To Monsieur de Canalis,--Be at Havre next Sunday; go to church; after the morning service, walk once or twice round the nave, and go out without speaking to any one; but wear a white rose in your button-hole.

Then return to Paris, where you shall receive an answer.

I warn you that this answer will not be what you wish; for, as I told you, the future is not yet mine.