Tantaine smiled sarcastically as he contrasted Paul’s high spirits with the state of depression in which he had left him not many hours ago. “Things are evidently going well with you,” remarked the doctor, forcing a smile. “Yes; I cannot find any reason for complaint.” “Have you given your lesson?” “Yes; what a delightful woman Madame Grandorge is! she has treated me so kindly.” “That is a good reason for your being so happy,” remarked the doctor, with a tinge of irony in his voice. “Ah, that is not the only reason,” returned Paul. “Shall I be indiscreet if I ask the real cause, then?” “I am not quite sure whether I ought to speak on this matter,” said he fatuously. “What! a love adventure already?” laughed the doctor. The vanity of Paul’s nature beamed out in a smile. “Keep your secret, my boy,” said Tantaine, in louder accents. This, of course, was enough to loosen Paul’s tongue. “Do you think, sir,” said he, “that I would keep anything from you?” He opened the letter he held in his hand, continuing: “The portress handed this to me as I came in; she said it was left by a bank messenger. Can you guess where it came from? Let me tell you--it is from Mademoiselle Flavia Rigal, and leaves no room to doubt of her sentiments toward me.” “Is that a fact?” “It is so; and whenever I choose, Mademoiselle Flavia will be only too ready to become Madame Paul.” For an instant a bright flush crimsoned old Tantaine’s wrinkled face, but it faded away almost as soon as it appeared. “Then you feel happy?” asked he, with a slight quiver in his voice. Paul threw back his coat, and, placing his fingers in the armholes of his waistcoat, remarked carelessly,-- “Yes, of course, I am happy, as you may suppose; but the news is not particularly startling to me. On my third visit to M. Rigal’s, the girl let me know that I need not sigh in vain.” Tantaine covered his face with his hands as Paul passed his fingers through his hair, and, striking what he considered an imposing attitude, read as follows:-- “MY DEAR PAUL,-- “I was very naughty, and I repent of it. I could not sleep all night, for I was haunted by the look of sorrow I saw in your face when you took leave of me. Paul, I did it to try you. Can you forgive me? You might, for I suffered much more than you could have done. Some one who loves me--perhaps more than you do--has told me that when a girl shows all the depths of her heart to a man she runs the risk of his despising her. Can this be true? I hope not, Paul, for never--no, never--can I conceal my feelings; and the proof of my faith in you is that I am going now to tell you all. I am sure that if your good friend and mine, Dr. Hortebise, came to my father with a certain request from you, it would not be rejected. “Your own “FLAVIA.” “Did not this letter go straight to your heart?” asked Tantaine. “Of course it did. Why, she will have a million for her wedding portion!”