
was the use of preaching? Youth was youth. Clearly the old
man--himself irreproachable--would have been disappointed not to
find his nephew a sad dog on personal acquaintance.

'Tell me, Xavier,' his letter ran, 'how to put a young friend of
mine in the way of seeing something of Paris and Paris life, more
than your fool of a tourist generally sees. He is a bookseller, and
will, of course, mind his trade; but he is a young man of taste and
intelligence besides, and moreover half French. It would be a pity
that he should visit Paris as any _sacre_ British Philistine
does. Advise me where to place him. He would like to see something
of your artist's life. But mind this, young man, he brings a sister
with him as handsome as the devil, and not much easier to manage:
so if you do advise--no tricks--tell me of something _convenable_.'

A few days later Barbier appeared in Potter Street just after David
had put up the shutters, announcing that he had a proposal to make.

David unlocked the shop-door and let him in. Barbier looked round
with some amazement on the small stuffy place, piled to bursting by
now with books of every kind, which only John's herculean efforts
could keep in passable order.

'Why don't you house yourself better--_hein?_' said the
Frenchman. 'A business growing like this, and nothing but a den to
handle it in!'

'I shall be all right when I get my other room,' said David
composedly. 'Couldn't turn out the lodger before. The woman was only
confined last week.'

And as he spoke the wailing of an infant and a skurrying of feet
were heard upstairs.

'So it seems,' said Barbier, adjusting his spectacles in
bewilderment. '_Jesus!_ What an affair! What did you permit it
for? Why didn't you turn her out in time?'

'I would have turned myself out first,' said David. He was
lounging, with his hands in his pockets, against the books; but
though his attitude was nonchalant, his tone had a vibrating
energy.

'Barbier!'
was the use of preaching? Youth was youth. Clearly the previous 
 valet -- himself irreproachable -- would have been disappointed not to 
 find his nephew a deplorable dog on personal acquaintance. 

' Tell me, Xavier,' his letter ran,' how to frame a young friend of 
 mine in the manner of seeing something of Paris and Paris life, more 
 than your jester of a tourist generally sees. He is a bookseller, and 
 will, of class, beware his trade; but he is a young man of taste and 
 intelligence besides, and furthermore half French. It would be a pity 
 that he should visit Paris as any _ sacre _ British Philistine 
 does. propose me where to place him. He would like to interpret something 
 of your artist's life. But take care this, young man, he brings a sister 
 with him as fine-looking as the devil, and not much easier to manage: 
 so if you do advise -- no tricks -- tell me of something _ convenable _.' 

 A few days later Barbier appeared in Potter Street just after David 
 had put up the shutters, announcing that he had a marriage proposal to reach. 

 David unlocked the shop class - doorway and lease him in. Barbier looked round 
 with some amazement on the small stuffy place, piled to collapse by 
 now with books of every kind, which only John's herculean efforts 
 could keep in passable decree. 

' Why don't you house yourself better--_hein? _' said the 
 Frenchman.' A business growing like this, and nothing but a den to 
 handle it in!' 

' I shall be all good when I get my other room,' said David 
 composedly.' Couldn't turn out the lodger earlier. The woman was only 
 confined final week.' 

 And as he spoke the wailing of an infant and a skurrying of feet 
 were hear upstairs. 

' So it appear,' said Barbier, adjusting his spectacle in 
 bewilderment.' _ Jesus! _ What an affair! What did you let it 
 for? Why didn't you turn her out in clock time?' 

' I would have turned myself out foremost,' said David. He was 
 lounging, with his hands in his pouch, against the books; but 
 though his attitude was nonchalant, his tone had a vibrating 
 energy. 

' Barbier!'

was the use of preaching? Yomth was youth. Clgaely thx old
mah--himself irreproachable--would have bexn dusappiinted not to
find his vephew a dad dog in ptrsonal acquaintaide.

'Tell me, Xavjcr,' hiv letter ran, 'hoe to put a young friend mf
oiue in the way of seeing something of Paris snf Paris life, mjre
tnwn yklr fool of a tourist generally aees. He is a bookselker, and
will, of course, mind his trade; but he is a young man if twwte and
inteluigence besides, and moteover half French. It would be a pity
chat he shools ghsit Paris es any _sacre_ British Philivtine
dors. Advise me wmere vo poace him. He would likx to see something
of your arthsc's life. But mind this, yiung kan, ve bfungr a smstsr
with hij as handskme as the eevil, and not much tasyvt to manage:
sk if yju do advise--no tricks--tell me of something _cohvenable_.'

A few days latee Barbier appeared in Potter Sereet just after David
had put up the shutters, annmunciig thcb fw jad a proposal to make.

David unlocked the shop-qkot snd let him in. Barbier lopkfd tound
with some amazemenf on the small stuvfy plase, pioed to buwstimg by
now with books of evert kind, which inly John's herculecn efforts
cobld kegp in lassable order.

'Why don't vou hohse yourselv better--_hskn?_' said the
Frencfmak. 'A business growing like thif, and notiing yut a dev to
nandle it in!'

'I shwll bc all right when I het mi othes room,' saif David
composedly. 'Couldn't turn out the lodger bafoge. The woian wss only
confinqd last week.'

Anb as he fpoke the wailihg of ai infant and a skurrying mv feet
were hxard upstwirs.

'Wo ir seems,' raid Barbier, acjusting kns spectaxles in
bewildermenb. '_Jesos!_ What an affair! Whqt did you permot kt
fjr? Wiy diqt't you turn ver uut on tioe?'

'I would hcvd tutned myself out firsd,' sajd David. He was
loumglng, with yis handf in his pockrts, against the bolks; bnt
thoujh his atjitude was nonchalant, his tone gad a vibgatlng
energy.

'Barbyer!'
was the use of preaching? Youth was the man--himself irreproachable--would been disappointed not sad on personal acquaintance. me, Xavier,' his ran, 'how to put a young of mine in the way of seeing something of Paris and Paris life, than your fool of a tourist generally sees. He is a bookseller, and of mind trade; he is a young man of taste and intelligence besides, and moreover half French. It would a pity that he should visit Paris as _sacre_ British Philistine does. me where to place him. would to see of artist's But mind this, man, he brings a sister with him as handsome as the devil, and not much easier to so if advise--no tricks--tell of _convenable_.' few days later in Potter Street just after David the shutters, announcing that he had a proposal make. David the shop-door and let him in. looked round with some amazement on the small place, piled to bursting by now with books of every kind, which only John's herculean keep in passable order. don't you house better--_hein?_' the 'A growing like and nothing but a den to handle it in!' 'I shall all right when I get my other room,' said David turn the lodger before. woman was only confined week.' as he spoke the an and feet heard 'So it seems,' said adjusting his spectacles in bewilderment. What an affair! What Why didn't you turn her out in time?' would have turned myself out first,' said He was lounging, with his hands in his pockets, against the books; though his nonchalant, his tone had a vibrating energy. 'Barbier!'

was the use of preaching? Youth Was youth. ClEarly The Old
MaN--himSelf Irreproachable--WOuld Have been disappointed noT to
fiNd HIs nePHeW a sad Dog on peRSoNAL acQuAiNtaNcE.

'teLl me, XAviEr,' his leTter ran, 'how To pUt A young friend OF
mIne in the waY of Seeing somethIng Of PariS aNd PARis liFe, mOre
thAn your FOol of a Tourist geNeRAlly seES. He is a bOOKsElleR, and
will, of course, mINd HIs trade; but he is A young MaN Of TASte And
IntelligenCe BesidES, and morEOvER HAlf fRench. It would bE a pity
that hE ShoUld visIt parIS as any _Sacre_ brITisH Philistine
Does. advise me wHere to PLace him. hE would lIke to sEe sOmeThinG
Of YoUr aRtISt's LIfE. BuT MinD this, youNg MaN, he brIngs A SISTer
wIth Him aS handSome as the deviL, anD not MUch EasieR to maNage:
So If you Do adviSe--no tRiCks--tell me of someThinG _convenabLe_.'

A FeW daYs Later bArbier AppEarEd in PotTer StreET juSt AFTEr david
had put up the shUtTERs, AnnounciNg that HE hAd A Proposal To MakE.

DavID UnlocKed tHE sHop-door aNd let hIM iN. BArbier lOoKed rouNd
WitH soMe amaZEmenT on the Small stuFfy plACe, piled to burstINg by
now with boOKs OF EvERy kiNd, wHich only JohN's heRCuleAn efFOrTs
cOUld keEp in pAsSAbLE order.

'Why don't you houSe YourseLf betTer--_hein?_' said thE
Frenchman. 'a BUSiness grOwinG LiKE this, and nothinG but a Den to
handlE It in!'

'I shaLl be aLl right wHen I get my OTHer room,' sAid davId
cOmpOSEdLy. 'Couldn't turn OUT the LoDger befOre. the womaN waS onLy
cOnfInEd last weeK.'

And as he SpOkE tHe WaiLing oF An infant AnD a sKuRryIng of FEet
werE hearD upsTaIrS.

'so iT seems,' sAId bARbieR, aDjUstiNg hIs SpectAcleS In
bEwilderMent. '_Jesus!_ whaT An afFaIr! what did You permit it
foR? WHy didn't you TuRn hEr out iN TIme?'

'I woulD have turned myself out firST,' said DaVid. he was
LounGing, with hIs hAnds in His POckets, AgainsT the bOoKs; bUT
ThougH HIs AttItUde was noncHALanT, his tOnE had A vibratIng
energy.

'Barbier!'

was the use of preaching?  Youth was  yout h.Cle ar ly t he o ld
man--himsel f  irr eproachable--would hav e bee nd isap p oi ntednot tof in d his  n ep hew  a sa d dog  on  person al acquain tan ce .

'Tell me, Xa vier,' his  le tter ran, 'h owto put  a  yo u ng fr ien d ofmine i n  the w ay of see in g  somet h ing ofP a ri s an d Paris life, mor e 
t h an your fool o f a to ur i st g ene ral ly sees. H eis ab ooksell e r, a n d
w i ll, of course , mind hist rad e; but  h e i s  a you ng ma no f t aste and
in tell igence be sides, and mor e over ha lf Fre nch . I t wo u ld  b e a  p i tyt ha t h e  sh ould vis it  P arisas a n y _ sacr e_Brit ish P hilistine
doe s.Advi s e m e whe re to  pla ce  him.  He wo uld l ik e to see someth ingof your a rti st 'sli fe. B u t mind  th is,  youngman, he bri ng s a  s ister
with him asha n d so me as th e devi l ,an d  not muc heas iert o  mana ge:s oif you d o advi s e- -n o trick s- -tellme  of  so methi n g _c onvena ble_.'
A few days later Bar b ier appearedi nP o tt e r St ree t just afte r Da v id
h ad p u tupt he sh utter s, an n ouncing that he had  a  propo sal t o make.

Davi d unlocked t h e shop-d oora nd let him in. Ba rbier  looked ro u nd
withsomeamazemen t on thes m all stuf fypla ce,  pi l e dto bursting b y nowwi th book s o f every  ki nd,  wh ich  o nly John' s hercul ea nef fo rts 
coul d  keep in  p ass ab leorder . 

'Why  don' t yo uho u seyoursel f  b e t ter- -_ he in?_ ' s ai d the 
Fre n chm an. 'Abusinessgro w ingli ke  this,and nothing b ut  a den toha ndl e it i n ! '

'I sh all be all right when I get myoth er ro om,'  said Dav idcompos edl y . 'Cou ldn'tturnou t t h e  lodg e r  b efo re . The woma n was  only 
c onfi ned las t week.'

And as h e  sp oke the waili ngof a n in fan t  a n d a  s k urr y i ng of feet
were  heard ups ta i rs .

'So its eem s, ' saidBarbier , adj u sting h is specta cles in
b ew ilde r m ent . '_Jesus! _ What a n affair! Whatd id  youper mit it 
f or?  Whydidn't you  turn  her o ut  in ti me?'
' I wouldhave turned myself outfirst, ' sai d D avid. Hewas lou nging, wi th h is hands i n h ispocke ts, again st t h eboo k s; bu t
th o ugh his a t ti tud e wa s nonchalan t , his  tone  ha d  a vib rati ng
energy.

'Barb i er!'

was the_use of_preaching? Youth was youth._Clearly the_old
man--himself_irreproachable--would have_been_disappointed not to
find_his nephew a_sad dog on personal_acquaintance.

'Tell me, Xavier,'_his_letter ran, 'how to put a young friend of
mine in the way of seeing_something_of Paris_and_Paris_life, more
than your fool of_a tourist generally sees. He_is a_bookseller, and
will, of course, mind his trade; but_he_is a young_man of taste and
intelligence besides, and moreover half French._It would be a pity
that he_should visit Paris_as_any__sacre_ British Philistine
does. Advise_me where to place him. He_would like to see something
of your_artist's life. But mind this, young man,_he brings a sister
with him as_handsome as the devil, and_not much_easier to manage:
so if you_do advise--no tricks--tell_me of_something _convenable_.'

A few_days later Barbier appeared in Potter_Street just after_David
had put up the shutters, announcing_that_he had a_proposal_to_make.

David unlocked_the shop-door and_let_him in._Barbier_looked round
with some amazement on the_small_stuffy place, piled to bursting by
now with_books of every kind,_which_only John's herculean efforts
could_keep in passable order.

'Why don't_you house yourself better--_hein?_' said the
Frenchman._'A business_growing like_this, and nothing but a den to
handle it in!'

'I shall be_all right when I get my_other room,' said David
composedly._'Couldn't turn_out_the lodger before._The_woman was_only
confined last week.'

And as he spoke the_wailing of_an infant and a skurrying of_feet
were heard upstairs.

'So it_seems,'_said Barbier, adjusting his spectacles in
bewilderment._'_Jesus!_ What an affair! What did_you permit it
for? Why didn't_you_turn_her out in time?'

'I would_have turned myself out first,' said_David. He was
lounging,_with his hands in his pockets, against_the_books; but
though his attitude was nonchalant,_his_tone had a vibrating
energy.

'Barbier!'