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And now let us leave Made their way to Brussels, and return to poor Andrea Cavalcanti, so inopportunely interrupted in his rise to fortune Notwithstanding his youth, Master Andrea was a very skilful and intelligent boy We have seen that on the first ruradually approached the door, and crossing two or three roootten to ht not to be omitted; in one of the rooms he crossed, the trousseau of the bride-elect was on exhibition There were caskets of dias, and in fact all the tes, the bare irls bound with joy, and which is called the "corbeille" [] Now, in passing through this rooent, but also provident, for he helped himself to the most valuable of the ornaments before hiifts were originally brought in such a receptacle

Furnished with this plunder, Andrea leaped with a lighter heart froendarladiator, and muscular as a Spartan, he walked for a quarter of an hour without knohere to direct his steps, actuated by the sole idea of getting away froered he knew that he would surely be taken Having passed through the Rue Mont Blanc, guided by the instinct which leads thieves always to take the safest path, he found himself at the end of the Rue Lafayette There he stopped, breathless and panting He was quite alone; on one side was the vast wilderness of the Saint-Lazare, on the other, Paris enshrouded in darkness "Am I to be captured?" he cried; "no, not if I can use more activity than my enemies My safety is now a mere question of speed" At thisPoissonniere The dull driver, s toward the li Saint-Denis, where no doubt he ordinarily had his station "Ho, friend!" said Benedetto

"What do you want, sir?" asked the driver

"Is your horse tired?"

"Tired? oh, yes, tired enough--he has done nothing the whole of this blessed day! Four wretched fares, and twenty sous over,in all seven francs, are all that I have earned, and I ought to take ten to the owner"

"Will you add these twenty francs to the seven you have?"