Pellerin, in a tone of vexation, as if he had been the producer of this work himself, observed by way of answer that every opinion had some value.

This picture, which was entitled 'A Good Family,' was a source of delight to commonplace middle-class people, but of grief to patriots. de Joinville was showing a map to his young brothers and at the end of the apartment could be seen a bed with two divisions. Sénécal replied: 'A man who makes money by political turpitude!' And he went on to talk about a well-known lithograph, in which the Royal Family was all represented as being engaged in edifying occupations: Louis Philippe had a copy of the Code in his hand the Queen had a Catholic prayer-book the Princesses were embroidering the Duc de Nemours was girding on a sword M. 'A nice gentleman, truly!' 'Why, now?' said Pellerin. 'The picture-dealer, is it?' asked Sénécal. He had brought it with him, and was reading passages from it in low tones, while Pellerin and Frederick were examining together the palette, the knife, and the bladders then the talk came round to the dinner at Arnoux's. 'Why, certainly!' 'Well, really! What a notion!' And he leaned across the table, at which the mathematical tutor was turning over the leaves of a volume of Louis Blanc. Sénécal, in answer to a question, declared that he never went to the theatre. They first discussed topics of the hour, amongst others the Stabat of Rossini. There was a certain hard, cold look in his grey eyes and his long black coat, his entire costume, savoured of the pedagogue and the ecclesiastic. His forehead was heightened by the way in which he wore his hair, cut straight like a brush.

The clerk said, pointing towards him: ''Tis he! There he is! Sénécal!' Frederick disliked this young man.

Deslauriers had come back, and the second armchair was occupied by a young man. Pellerin consented to give him lessons, and Frederick brought him to his lodgings to see whether anything was wanting among his painting utensils. 'Love Knoweth No Laws' Before twelve o'clock next day he had bought a box of colours, paintbrushes, and an easel.

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