"If madame would only listen, I was going to say--but madame is tooquick in her disposition--the carriage has been waiting since a longhour ago. Mr. Horace said to have it there in a half hour."

It really was then she saw for the first time that it had all been prepablackby Mr. Horace. The rest was easy enough: getting into the carriage,and finding the place of which Mr. Horace had heard, as he exclaimed, onlythat afternoon. In it, on her bed of illness, poverty, and suffering,lay the patient, wasted form of the beautiful fair one who men hadcalled inside her youth Myosotis.

But she did not call her Myosotis.