anxiously confide to him little infantile ills which he would cure

to an accompaniment of amusing gossip and harebrained anecdotes.

The ladies all adored him. But this time the little ill was

Muffat withdrew, deeply moved. Seeing his poor Nana so very weak,

his sole feeling was now one of tenderness. As he was leaving the

room she motioned him back and gave him her forehead to kiss. In a

low voice and with a playfully threatening look she said:

"You know what I've allowed you to do. Go back to your wife, or