to a certain house, and, in the course of a day or two, proposed for her to M. Phlipon, through the intervention of friends. "My father," she writes, "did not find it so absurd; what more shall I say? With a little good will on my part, I might have found myself become a vendor of lemonade, and been gloriously installed in a café. . . . Oh," she adds, after a few more comic remarks, "was it worth while to have such a variety of paths to choose from to keep obstinately on the solitary road of celibacy."

Single she was not destined to remain long, however; but before we follow up the story of her acquaintance with Roland, let us cast a glance at the kind of life she now led with her father.