I saw a gracious lady, knowing life, and being yet pure, having learned of good and evil only to remember the good.

For the knowledge of evil is like vaccine--it causes disturbance only when hidden impurity awaits it.
"Come," said John Turner, taking my arm, "no one else wants to forget Waterloo." I went with him a little.

Then I paused.
"Who is the young lady coming down the steps behind us ?" John Turner, looking over his shoulder, gave a grunt.
"Old De Clericy and his daughter," he answered.

"One of the families that are too old to keep pace with the times." [Illustration: "WHO IS THE YOUNG LADY COMING DOWN THE STEPS BEHIND US ?"] We walked on a little.
"There is a chance for you--wants a secretary," muttered my companion.
"Does he ?" I exclaimed, stopping.

"Then introduce me." "Not I." "Why ?" "Can't introduce a man who came across in a piano-case," he answered, with a laugh, which made me remember that this was a man of station and some standing in Paris, while I was but a vagabond and ne'er-do-well.
"Then I'll introduce myself," I said, hastily.
John Turner shrugged his broad shoulders and walked on.