"I shall run about giving private lessons until I hear anew the voice that spoke to me in California.

It will find me ever ready; my reply will be: 'I belong to thee; dispose of me at thy pleasure.' Ah! this chimera is one that I never will renounce!" Then suddenly he started as one just awakening from a dream; he drew his hand over his brow, looked confusedly around him, and said: "_Grand Dieu!_ here I have been talking to you of myself for two hours! It is the most stupid way of passing one's time, and I promise you it shall not happen again." With these words he rose, took up his hat, and left.
M.Moriaz paced the floor for some moments, his hands behind his back; presently he said: "This _diable_ of a man has strangely moved me.

One thing alone spoils his story for me--that is the gun.

A man who once has drunk will drink again; one who has invented will invent again.

No man in the world ever remained satisfied with his first gun." "I beg of you, monsieur," cried Mlle.