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Morrel was, in fact, very happy M Noirtier had just sent for hi so that he had not stopped to take a cab, placing infinitely s of a cab-horse He had therefore set off at a furious rate fro with rapid strides in the direction of the Faubourg Saint-Honore Morrel advanced with a firht Morrel was only thirty-one, Barrois was sixty years of age; Morrel was deeply in love, and Barrois was dying with heat and exertion These two e and interests, rese the extre their point of union This point of union was Noirtier, and it was he who had just sent for Morrel, with the request that the latter would lose no ti to hireat disco at the house, Morrel was not even out of breath, for love lends wings to our desires; but Barrois, who had long forgotten what it was to love, was sorely fatigued by the expedition he had been constrained to use

The old servant introduced Morrel by a private entrance, closed the door of the study, and soon the rustling of a dress announced the arrival of Valentine She lookeddress, and Morrel experienced such intense delight in gazing upon her that he felt as if he could alrandfather But the easy-chair of the oldthe floor, and he soon ed by a look of extreme kindness and benevolence the thanks which Morrel lavished on him for his timely intervention on behalf of Valentine and himself--an intervention which had saved theative look as to the new favor which he designed to bestow on hi at a little distance froed to speak Noirtier fixed his eyes on her "Am I to say what you told n that she was to do so

"Monsieur Morrel," said Valentine to the youngher with the randfather, M Noirtier, had a thousand things to say, which he told o; and now, he has sent for you, that I may repeat them to you I will repeat them, then; and since he has chosen me as his interpreter, I will be faithful to the trust, and will not alter a word of his intentions"