The notary's nose;

I76 THE NOTARY'S NOSE.
Henri Steimbourg, who had been for half
an hour chewing a cigar in his father's
smoking-room, was astonished that his
dear Alfred had not yet made his appearance.
At last he lost patience, ran to the Rue
de Sartine, and found his future brotherin-law in despair and tears. What could
he say to console him under such a misfortune? He walked around him a long
time, simply repeating the word "Sacrebleu! " He made him relate the fatal circumstance a second time, and interlarded
the conversation with several philosophic
sentences.
And that pretty thoroughly cursed
doctor, who did not come! He had
been sent for post-haste. They had
sought him at his house, at the hospital,
everywhere. He arrived after a while,
and understood at the first glance that
Romagn6 was dead.