It was from the nephew, Xavier Dubois, in answer to his uncle's inquiries. Nothing, the writer declared, could have been more opportune. He himself was just off to Belgium, where a friend had procured him a piece of work on a new Government building. Why should not his uncle's friends inhabit his rooms during his absence? He must keep them on, and would find it very convenient, that being so, that some one should pay the rent. There was his studio, which was bare, no doubt, but quite habitable, and a little _cabinet de toilette_, adjoining, and shut off, containing a bed and all necessaries. Why should not the sister take the bedroom, and let the brother camp somehow in the studio? He could no doubt borrow a bed from some friend before they came, and with a large screen, which was one of the 'studio properties,' a very tolerable sleeping room could be improvised, and still leave a good deal of the studio free. He understood that his uncle's friends were not looking for luxury. But _le stricte necessaire_ he could provide. Meanwhile the Englishman and his sister would find themselves at once in the artists' circle, and might see as much or as little as they liked of artistic life. He (Dubois) could of course give them introductions. There was a sculptor, for instance, on the ground floor, a man of phenomenal genius, _joli garcon_ besides, who would certainly show himself _aimable_ for anybody introduced by Dubois; and on the floor above there was a landscape painter, _ancien prix de Rome_, and his wife, who would also, no doubt, make themselves agreeable, and to whom the brother and sister might go for all necessary information--Dubois would see to that. Sixty francs a month paid the _appartement;_ a trifle for service if you desired it--there was, however, no compulsion--to the _concierge_ would make you comfortable; and as for your food, the Quartier Montmartre abounded in cheap restaurants, and you might live as you pleased for one franc a day or twenty. He suggested that on the whole no better opening was likely to be found by two young persons of spirit, anxious to see Paris from the inside. 'Now then,' said Barbier, taking off his spectacles with an authoritative click, as he shut up the letter, _'decide-toi._ Go!--and look about you for a fortnight. Improve your French; get to know some of the Paris bookmen; take some commissions out with you--buy there to the best advantage, and come back twenty per cent. better informed than when you set out.' He smote his hands upon his knees with energy. He had a love of management and contrivance; and the payment of Eugene's rent for him during his absence weighed with his frugal mind. David stood twisting his mouth in silence a moment, his head thrown back against the books. 'Well, I don't see why not,' he said at last, his eyes sparkling.