"But why are you so smart to-day?" said Maurice, eyeing him all over as he rose to withdraw.
"Because on my way here I am obliged to pass the 'Rue Béthisy,' and in the Rue Béthisy, on the third flat, is a window which always opens when I pass."
"Then you do not fear being taken for a fop?"
"I a fop! I am, on the contrary, known for a French sans-culotte. But one must make some sacrifice to the softer sex. The worship of the country does not exclude that of love; indeed, one commands the other:—
"Our Republicans profess
We should follow ancient lore;
Beauty we prize none the less,
That we love our freedom more.
Dare to whistle to that, and I denounce you as an aristocrat. Adieu, mon ami."
Lorin held out his hand to Maurice, which the young secretary cordially shook, and went out thinking of a sonnet to Chloris.