And what a song! what tender meaning!" Not a word has escaped her.

"But, if he loves, why does he thus conceal himself ?" She turned to his friend, and exclaimed: "It seems long since we saw him.

I would fain tell him how beautiful we think his song.

Where is he ?" "Oh! he is obliged to stay at home," said Laurent, jealous and piqued.
"Pascal has no more time, methinks, for song making.

Poor man! his ruin is not far off; his father is infirm, and cannot leave his bed; he is in debt everywhere; the baker refuses to trust him." Franconnette became very pale.