Two months later, as Henri was going along the Rue des Martyrs, he saw "Dufour, Ironmonger," over a door. So he went in, and saw the stout lady sitting at the counter. They recognized each other immediately, and after an interchange of polite greetings, he inquired after them all.
"And how is Mademoiselle Henriette?" he inquired, specially.
"Very well, thank you; she is married."
"Ah!" Mastering his feelings, he added: "To whom was she married?"
"To that young man who went with us, you know; he has joined us in business."
"I remember him, perfectly."
He was going out, feeling unhappy, though scarcely knowing why, when Madame called him back.
"And how is your friend?" she asked, rather shyly.
"He is very well, thank you."