"Yes, madam, if you are certain of giving me an exact description of the expression of her features." We exchanged a glance, and no more was said about it. The painter told us that supper was his favourite meal, and that he would be delighted if we would often give him the pleasure of our company. Like all quacks, he possessed an immense quantity of letters and testimonials from Bordeaux, Toulouse, Lyons, Rouen, etc., which paid the highest compliments to the perfection of his portraits, or gave descriptions for new pictures ordered from him. His portraits, by the way, had to be paid for in advance. Two or three days afterwards I met his pretty niece, who obligingly upbraided me for not having yet availed myself of her uncle's invitation to supper; the niece was a dainty morsel worthy of a king, and, her reproaches being very flattering to my vanity I promised I would come the next day. In less than a week it turned out a serious engagement. I fell in love with the interesting niece, who, being full of wit and well disposed to enjoy herself, had no love for me, and granted me no favour. I hoped, and, feeling that I was caught, I felt it was the only thing I could do. One day that I was alone in my room, drinking my coffee and thinking of her, the door was suddenly opened without anyone being announced, and a young man came in. I did not recollect him, but, without giving me time to ask any questions, he said to me, "Sir, I have had the honour of meeting you at the supper-table of M. Samson, the painter." "Ah! yes; I beg you to excuse me, sir, I did not at first recollect you." "It is natural, for your eyes are always on Mdlle. Samson." "Very likely, but you must admit that she is a charming creature." "I have no difficulty whatever in agreeing with you; to my misery, I know it but too well." "You are in love with her?" "Alas, yes! and I say, again, to my misery." "To your misery? But why, do not you gain her love?" "That is the very thing I have been striving for since last year, and I was beginning to have some hope when your arrival has reduced me to despair." "I have reduced you to despair?" "Yes, sir." "I am very sorry, but I cannot help it." "You could easily help it; and, if you would allow me, I could suggest to you the way in which you could greatly oblige me." "Speak candidly." "You might never put your foot in the house again." "That is a rather singular proposal, but I agree that it is truly the only thing I can do if I have a real wish to oblige you. Do you think, however, that in that case you would succeed in gaining her affection?" "Then it will be my business to succeed. Do not go there again, and I will take care of the rest." "I might render you that very great service; but you must confess that you must have a singular opinion of me to suppose that I am a man to do such a thing."