"Oh, yes; funny, isn't it? Long-lost cousins!" She laughed merrily.
"And now that we are found——"
"It seems to me as if I had known you a long time," she continued,—"for years and years! Or, perhaps it is because—because——"
"Come! let me show you something," he interrupted, still retaining the hand, "some poor sketches of mine."
He led her to the portfolio-stand in the corner and seated himself at her feet.
The elder connoisseurs, meanwhile, had taken the sketch in which they were interested from its place on the wall to the better light at the table.
"'La Petite Chatte.'"
"An expressive title, truly."
"Why, its Mademoiselle Fouchette!" exclaimed M. Marot, holding the picture off at arm's length.
"It is, indeed! And the real Fouchette as I last beheld her at the notorious Café Barrate. It's the 'Savatière'! That solves a mystery."