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 “Now don’t go and do the handsome for people who won’t give you so much as a This man, d’Esparvieu, has taken your knowledge, your energies, your whole life for a salary that even a valet wouldn’t accept. So leave that idea alone. In any case it ts too late. The book is sold.”

“Sold? To whom?” asked Sariette in agonized tones.

“What does that matter? You’ll never see it again. You’ll hear no more about it; it’s off to America.”

“To America! The Lucretius with the arms of Philippe de Vendôme and marginalia in Voltaire’s own hand! My Lucretius off to America!”

Père Guinardon began to laugh.

“My dear Sariette, you remind me of the Chevalier des Grieux when he learns that his darling mistress is to be transported to the Mississippi. ‘My dear mistress going to the Mississippi!’ says he.”

“No! no!” answered Sariette, very pale, “this book shall not go to America. It shall return, as it ought, to the d’Esparvieu library. Let me have it, Guinardon.”

The antiquary made a second attempt to put an end to an interview that now looked as if it might take an ugly turn.

“My good Sariette, you haven’t told me what you think of my Greco. You never so much as