"What matters the autumn; it is summer, and the leaves are green; let us profit by that, love.

When you see me ready to depart from this life, you shall take me in your arms and kiss me, and forbid me to go.

I am obedient you know, and I will stay." And for five months this charming creature passed through the miseries of Bohemian life, a smile and a song on her lips.

As to Jacques, he let himself be deluded.

His friend often said to him, "Francine is worse, she must be attended to." Then Jacques went all over Paris to obtain the wherewithal for the doctor's prescription, but Francine would not hear of it, and threw the medicine out of the window.