On a certain morning a message came from my godmother, inviting me to attend some notable lecture to be delivered in the same public rooms before described. Dr. John had brought the message himself, and delivered it verbally to Rosine, who had not scrupled to follow the steps of M. Emanuel, then passing to the first classe , and, in his presence, stand carrément before my desk, hand in apron-pocket, and rehearse the same, saucily and aloud, concluding with the words, “ Qu’il est vraiment beau, Mademoiselle, ce jeune docteur! Quels yeux⁠—quel regard! Tenez! J’en ai le cœur tout ému! ” 187