But was _this_ Slap-bang, this charming person, called Monsieur Moreno, who received him in his study like a doctor, in the midst of books and pictures, and all the luxury of art! Jacques looked at him, and could not recognise the clown. He turned and twisted his felt hat between his fingers. The other waited. At last the poor fellow began to stammer out excuses: "It was unpardonable--a thing unheard of--that he had come to ask; but the fact was, it was about his little boy--such a pretty little boy, sir! and so clever! Always first in his class--except in arithmetic, which he did not understand. A dreamy little chap--too dreamy--as you may see"--Jacques stopped and stammered; then screwing up his courage he continued with a rush--"as you may see by the fact that he wants to see you, that he thinks of nothing else, that you are before him always, like a star which he has set his mind on----" Jacques stopped. Great beads stood on his forehead and his face was very pale. He dared not look at the clown, whose eyes were fixed upon him. What had he dared to ask the great Slap-bang? What if the latter took him for a madman, and showed him to the door? "Where do you live?" demanded Slap-bang. "Oh! close by. The Rue des Abbesses!" "Come!" said the other; "the little fellow wants to see Slap-bang--well, he _shall_ see him." CHAPTER III. When the door opened before the clown, Jacques cried out joyfully, "Cheer up, Francis! Here is Slap-bang." The child's face beamed with expectation. He raised himself upon his mother's arm, and turned his head towards the two men as they entered. Who was the gentleman in an overcoat beside his father, who smiled good-naturedly, but whom he did not know? "Slap-bang," they told him. It was all in vain. His head fell slowly back upon the pillow, and his great sad blue eyes seemed to look out again beyond the narrow chamber walls, in search, unceasing search, of the spangles and the butterfly of the Slap-bang of his dreams. "No," he said, in a voice which sounded inconsolable; "no; _this_ is not Slap-bang!" The clown, standing by the little bed, looked gravely down upon the child with a regard of infinite kind-heartedness. He shook his head, and looking at the anxious father and the mother in her agony, said smiling, "He is right. This is not Slap-bang." And he left the room. "I shall not see him; I shall never him again," said the child, softly.