 she should
not spoil this hoarded, this long-looked-for pleasure. As he passed
into the street, on his way to the Boulevard for some food, his
walk and bearing had in them a stern and passionate energy.

He had to hurry back for his appointment with Mademoiselle
Delaunay's friends of the morning. As he turned into the Rue
Chantal he passed a flower-stall aglow with roses from the south
and sweet with narcissus and mignonette. An idea struck him, and he
stopped, a happy smile softening away the still lingering tension
of the face. For a few sous he bought a bunch of yellow-eyed
narcissus and stepped gaily home with them. He had hardly time to
put them in water and to notice that Madame Merichat had made
Dubois' squalid abode look much more habitable than before, when
there was a knock at the door and his two guides stood outside.

They carried him off at once. David found more of a tongue than he
had been master of in the morning, and the three talked incessantly
as they wound in and out of the streets which cover the face of the
hill of Montmartre, ascending gradually towards the place they were
in search of. David had heard something of the history of the two
from Elise Delaunay. Alphonse was a lad of nineteen brimming over
with wild fun and mischief, and perpetually in disgrace with all
possible authorities; the possessor nevertheless of a certain
delicate and subtle fancy which came out in the impressionist
landscapes--many of them touched with a wild melancholy as
inexplicable probably to himself as to other people--which he
painted in all his spare moments. The tall black-bearded Lenain was
older, had been for years in Taranne's _atelier_, was an
excellent draughtsman, and was now just beginning seriously upon
the painting of large pictures for exhibition. In his thin long
face there was a pinched and anxious look, as though in the
artist's inmost mind there lay hidden the presentiment of failure.

They talked freely enough of Elise Delaunay, David alternately
wincing and craving for more. What a clever little devil it was!

she should 
 not spoil this hoarded, this long - looked - for pleasure. As he sink 
 into the street, on his direction to the Boulevard for some food, his 
 walk and bearing had in them a grim and passionate energy. 

 He had to travel rapidly back for his appointment with Mademoiselle 
 Delaunay's friends of the good morning. As he turned into the Rue 
 Chantal he passed a flower - carrel aglow with roses from the south 
 and fresh with narcissus and mignonette. An theme struck him, and he 
 stopped, a happy smile softening away the however lingering tension 
 of the face. For a few sous he buy a bunch of yellow - eyed 
 narcissus and stepped gaily home with them. He have hardly time to 
 put them in water and to notice that Madame Merichat had make 
 Dubois' squalid abode look much more habitable than before, when 
 there constitute a knock at the door and his two guides stood outside. 

 They carried him off at once. David found more of a tongue than he 
 had been master of in the morning, and the three talked incessantly 
 as they hoist in and out of the streets which cover the grimace of the 
 mound of Montmartre, ascending gradually towards the place they were 
 in search of. David had learn something of the history of the two 
 from Elise Delaunay. Alphonse was a chap of nineteen brimming over 
 with crazy fun and mischief, and perpetually in disgrace with all 
 possible authorities; the owner nevertheless of a certain 
 delicate and subtle fancy which came out in the impressionist 
 landscapes -- many of them touch with a wild melancholy as 
 inexplicable probably to himself as to other people -- which he 
 paint in all his spare moments. The tall bootleg - bearded Lenain was 
 older, had been for long time in Taranne's _ atelier _, was an 
 excellent draughtsman, and was now precisely beginning seriously upon 
 the painting of bombastic pictures for exhibition. In his slender long 
 boldness there was a hard up and anxious look, as though in the 
 artist's inmost mind there dwell hidden the foreboding of failure. 

 They talked freely enough of Elise Delaunay, David alternately 
 wince and craving for more. What a clever little devil it was!
 shf should
not spoil this huarded, this lony-oooked-hor plezsure. As he passed
into the street, on hus wat to the Boulevard for some foof, his
walj anv bearing had in them a stern zkd pavwionate energy.

Me had to hgrry back for vir cppointment with Mademoiselle
Delaunar's friemdd of the mornigg. Ax he flrked into the Rue
Chantal he passes a floxer-stall aglow eith roses from the south
ajd saeet with narcissud and mignobettq. An idea strjck him, and he
stopped, z happy smile softening away thd stikl lingeribg tejvion
of the hace. Fjr a few sous he boucht a binch of yellow-cyed
nerciwsus and stepped gailb home with them. He rad hardlf cime to
put them in waree and to totizw tfat Medaje Merlchet had made
Subois' squaoid abode look much mjgr habitable fhan bqfjre, when
there was a knock at the door atd gis two guides stood ourside.

They carried him off at ogce. David found more of a tongue than he
had been kastec uf nk gye morning, and the three talked incessantly
as trsy wpund in and oub of the streets wnifh sover the facg of thz
giml of Montmartre, adcendind graeually torardx the place they were
in seaech of. David yad heard somethiny of the hiscory og the two
from Elise Delaunay. Alpgonse was a lad of njveteen brimming uveg
witv wild fun and mischief, anq perpetuelly nn disgrxce eith ajl
possible authorities; the possesslr nererthaless of a certain
delicate and subtle fanrb which came pud it the im'ressipnist
landscapqs--many of them toucheb with a wild memancholb as
inexplicwble probably jo himself as to othew peiple--qhich hd
oainted in all his sparv iomebts. The tall black-neardgd Lenain was
oldex, yad been for yesrs in Twrenne's _dtelier_, was dn
exzelurnt dfaughtsman, cna wax now just beginning serjously upon
the paimtlng of latge pictuwes for exhibotion. In his thin pong
fece thxre wax a pinched and anxious look, as tgough in hhe
wrtist's inmoft mlnd jhere lay hndden the presentiment of failure.

They taoked freely enough of Elise Delaunay, Bayid alternatxly
winsing and wraving for more. Whar a clever little devil it was!

she should not spoil this hoarded, this As passed into street, on his some his walk and had in them stern and passionate energy. He had hurry back for his appointment with Mademoiselle Delaunay's friends of the morning. As turned into the Rue Chantal he passed a flower-stall aglow with roses from south sweet narcissus mignonette. An idea struck him, and he stopped, a happy smile softening away the still lingering of the face. For a few sous he a bunch of yellow-eyed and stepped gaily home with He hardly time put in and to notice Madame Merichat had made Dubois' squalid abode look much more habitable than before, when there was a at the his two stood They him off at found more of a tongue than master of in the morning, and the three incessantly as wound in and out of the which cover the face of the hill of ascending gradually towards the place they were in search of. David had heard something of of the two from Delaunay. Alphonse was lad nineteen over wild fun mischief, and perpetually in disgrace with all possible authorities; the possessor of a certain delicate and subtle fancy which came out impressionist of them touched a wild melancholy as probably himself as to other painted all The black-bearded was older, had been years in Taranne's _atelier_, was excellent draughtsman, and was the painting of large pictures for exhibition. In thin long face there was a pinched anxious look, as though in the artist's inmost mind there lay hidden presentiment of talked freely enough of Elise Delaunay, David alternately and craving for more. a clever little devil it was!
 she should
not spoil this hoarDed, this lonG-lookEd-fOr pLeAsurE. As hE passed
into the STreeT, on his way to the BoulevarD for sOmE Food, HIs
Walk aNd beariNG hAD In tHeM a SteRn ANd PassiOnaTe energY.

He had to huRry BaCk for his appoINtMent with MaDemOiselle
DelauNay'S frienDs Of tHE mornIng. as he tUrned iNTo the RUe
Chantal He PAssed a FLower-stALL aGlow With roses from the sOUtH
And sweet with naRcissuS aND mIGNonEttE. An idea strUcK him, aND he
stopPEd, A HAPpy SMile softening Away the stilL LinGering TeNsiON
of the Face. FOr A Few Sous he boughT a buNch of yellOw-eyed
NArcissuS And stepPed gaiLy hOme With THeM. HE haD hARdlY TiMe tO
Put Them in waTeR aNd to nOticE THAT MadAme meriChat hAd made
Dubois' sQuaLid aBOde Look mUch moRe haBiTable Than beFore, wHeN
there was a knock At thE door and hIs tWo GuiDeS stooD OutsidE.

ThEy cArried hIm off at ONce. daVID FoUnd more of a tongue thAn HE
HaD been masTer of iN ThE mORning, and ThE thRee tALKed inCessANtLy
as they Wound iN AnD oUt of the StReets wHiCh cOveR the fACe of The
hilL of MontmArtre, AScending graduaLLy towards the pLAcE THeY Were
In sEarch of. DaviD had HEard SomeTHiNg oF The hiStory Of THe TWo
from Elise Delaunay. alPhonse Was a lAd of nineteen bRimming oveR
WITh wild fuN and MIsCHief, and perpetuAlly iN disgrace wITh all
posSible AuthoritIes; the posSESsor neveRthEleSs oF a cERTaIn
delicate and SUBtle FaNcy whicH caMe out in The ImpResSioNiSt
landscaPes--many oF tHeM tOuCheD with A Wild melaNcHolY aS
inExpliCAble prObablY to hImSeLF as To other PEoPLE--whiCh He
PainTed In All hiS spaRE moMents. ThE tall blacK-beARded leNaIn was
olDer, had been for YeArs in TaranNe'S _atElier_, wAS An
excellEnt draughtsman, and was now JUst begiNniNg serIousLy upon
the PaiNting oF laRGe pictUres foR exhiBiTioN. iN his tHIN lOng
FaCe there was A PIncHed anD aNxioUs look, aS though in the
artist'S InmOst mind there lAy hIddeN THe PreSEnTImeNt OF faILUre.

They talked frEely enough Of eLiSe Delaunay, dAviD aLternatEly
wincIng anD Craving For more. WhAt a clever LiTtle DEVil It was!

 she should
not spoil this  hoarded,thislon g-l oo ked- forpleasure. As h e  pas sed
into the street, o n his  w a y to th e Bou levardf or s ome  f oo d,hi s 
w alk a ndbearing  had in th emastern and pa s si onate ener gy. 

He had tohur ry bac kfor his a ppo intme nt wit h  Madem oiselle
D el a unay's friends o fthemorning. As he tu r ne d  into the RueChanta lh ep a sse d a  flower-st al l agl o w withr os e s fro m  the south
an d sweet wit h  na rcissu sand mignon ette.  A n  id ea struck h im,and he
st opped, a happy smile s ofteni ngawa y th e  s ti llli n ger i ng  te n sio n
of the  f ac e. Fo r af e w sous  he  bou ght a  bunch of yel low -eye d 
na rciss us an d st ep ped g aily h ome w it h them. He hadhard ly time t o
p ut  th em  in w a ter an d t o n otice t hat Mad a meMe r i c ha t had made
Dubois'  s q u al id abode  lookm uc hm ore habi ta ble  tha n befor e, w h en 
there w as a k n oc kat thedo or and  h istwo  guid e s st ood ou tside.
Theyc arried him off at once. Davi d  f o u nd more  of  a tongue t hanh e
ha d be e nmas t er of  in t he mo r ning, and the three  t alkedinces santly
as the y wound in a n d out of  the st r eets which cov er th e face oft he
hillof Mo ntmartre , ascendi n g  gradual lytow ard s t h e  p lace they wer e in s ea rch of.  Da vid had  he ard  so met hi ng of the  history  o fth etwo 
from Elise De la una y.  Al phons e  was a  ladof n in et e enbrimmin g  o v e r
wi th  w ildfun  a nd mi schi e f,and per petuallyind isgr ac ewith al l
possible au th orities; t he  po ssesso r neverthe less of a certain
delic a te andsub tle f ancy  which ca meout in  th e  impre ssioni st
la nd sca p e s--ma n y  o f t he m touchedw i tha wil dmela ncholyas
inexplicable pr o bab ly to himself  as  too t he r p e op l e-- wh i chh e 
painted in all  his spare  m o me nts. The t a llbl ack-bea rded Le nainw as
olde r, had be en for ye ar s in T ara nne's _ate lier_, w as an
exc e llent dr aught sma n, and  w asnow j ust be g inn ing s erious ly  uponthe p ai nting of  large pictures for exh ibitio n. In  hi s thin lo ngf ace  there wa s apinched an d a nxi ous l ook ,  as t houg h  i n t h e
art ist' s  inmost m i nd  th e r elay hiddent h e  pr esent ime n t of f ailu re.

They talkedf reely enough o f El i s e D ela u nay,  D avid alternate lywi n c ing andcr aving for m ore. Wha ta  clev er lit tle de vil itw a s! 
 she_should
not spoil_this hoarded, this long-looked-for_pleasure. As_he_passed
into the_street,_on his way_to the Boulevard_for some food, his
walk_and bearing had_in_them a stern and passionate energy.

He had to hurry back for his appointment with_Mademoiselle
Delaunay's_friends of_the_morning._As he turned into the_Rue
Chantal he passed a flower-stall_aglow with_roses from the south
and sweet with narcissus and_mignonette._An idea struck_him, and he
stopped, a happy smile softening away the_still lingering tension
of the face. For_a few sous_he_bought_a bunch of yellow-eyed
narcissus_and stepped gaily home with them._He had hardly time to
put them_in water and to notice that Madame_Merichat had made
Dubois' squalid abode look_much more habitable than before,_when
there was_a knock at the door_and his two_guides stood_outside.

They carried him_off at once. David found more_of a tongue_than he
had been master of in_the_morning, and the_three_talked_incessantly
as they_wound in and_out_of the_streets_which cover the face of the
hill_of_Montmartre, ascending gradually towards the place they_were
in search of. David_had_heard something of the_history of the two
from Elise_Delaunay. Alphonse was a lad of_nineteen brimming_over
with wild_fun and mischief, and perpetually in disgrace with all
possible authorities; the_possessor nevertheless of a certain
delicate and_subtle fancy which came_out in_the_impressionist
landscapes--many of them_touched_with a_wild melancholy as
inexplicable probably to himself as_to other_people--which he
painted in all his spare_moments. The tall black-bearded_Lenain_was
older, had been for years in_Taranne's _atelier_, was an
excellent draughtsman, and_was now just beginning seriously_upon
the_painting_of large pictures for exhibition._In his thin long
face there was_a pinched and_anxious look, as though in the
artist's inmost_mind_there lay hidden the presentiment of_failure.

They_talked freely enough of Elise Delaunay,_David_alternately
wincing_and craving for more. What_a clever little devil it was!
