The notary's nose;

154 THE NOTARY'S NOSE.
cians in Paris had conspired to break their
spectacles over the poor millionnaire's nose.
A dozen pair came to grief there. And
the most marvellous thing about it was that
an eye-glass with a steel spring, which
filled in the interregnums, kept strong and
elastic.
You know patience was not M. 1'Ambert's distinctive virtue. One day he
was trampling on a pair of spectacles and
mashing them with blows of his heel, when
Dr. Bernier was announced.
"Parbleu!" cried the notary. "You
came just in the nick of time-I'm bewitched. The devil is going to fly away
with me! "
The doctor's glances were naturally directed toward his patient's nose. That
object appeared sound, well, and fresh as
a rose.
"It seems to me," said he, "we're
getting along very well."