The notary's nose;

142 THE NOTARY'S NOSE.
and the sweet music of the birds in the
branches. Could you have the heart to
give up all these? Think of the grief of
your excellent parents, of your old father,
who is waiting for you in the country;
and of your brothers and sisters. Think
of your mother, my friend! she would
never survive you! You shall see them
again-no, not exactly that:-you ought to
stay in Paris under my eyes, in closest intimacy with me. I want to see you happy;
married to a good little wife, father of two
or three, pretty children. Ah! you smile!
take some of this soup! "
" I'm bery thankful to you, Moshoo
l'Ambert. Keep the shoup-there'sh no
ushe taking any moor; there'sh too much
mizhery in thish world."
" But when I swear to you that your
evil days are over, that I take upon myself the responsibility of your future, on
my word as a notary. If you consent to