a quiver thrilled through Claudine. La Palferine saw the vibration,
and shot a glance at her out of the dark depths of almond-shaped eyes
with purpled lids, and those faint lines about them which tell of
pleasures as costly as painful fatigue. With those eyes upon her, she
said--'Your address?'

"'What want of address!'

"'Oh, pshaw!' she said, smiling. 'A bird on the bough?'

"'Good-bye, madame, you are such a woman as I seek, but my fortune is
far from equaling my desire----'

"He bowed, and there and then left her. Two days later, by one of the
strange chances that can only happen in Paris, he had betaken himself
to a money-lending wardrobe dealer to sell such of his clothing as he
could spare. He was just receiving the price with an uneasy air, after
long chaffering, when the stranger lady passed and recognized him.

"'Once for all,' cried he to the bewildered wardrobe dealer, 'I tell
you I am not going to take your trumpet!'

"He pointed to a huge, much-dinted musical instrument, hanging up
outside against a background of uniforms, civil and military. Then,
proudly and impetuously, he followed the lady.

"From that great day of the trumpet these two understood one another
to admiration. Charles Edward's ideas on the subject of love are as
sound as possible. According to him, a man cannot love twice, there is
but one love in his lifetime, but that love is a deep and shoreless