CHAPTER XVIII.
Francine's Muff Among the true Bohemians of the real Bohemia I used to know one, named Jacques D.He was a sculptor, and gave promise of great talent.

But poverty did not give him time to fulfill this promise.

He died of debility in March, 184-, at the Saint Louis Hospital, on bed No.

14 in the Sainte Victoria ward.
I made the acquaintance of Jacques at the hospital, when I was detained there myself by a long illness.

Jacques had, as I have said, the makings of a great talent, and yet he was quite unassuming about it.