A CONFESSION
Gontram was in love; night and day he only thought of Carmen.
"Either she or no one," he said to himself.
One morning, as he was returning home from a visit, the janitor addressed him.
"Monsieur Sabran," he said, "I have something to tell you."
"Well, what is it?" asked Gontram, expectantly.
"H'm, Monsieur Sabran, it is about a lady," murmured the man.
"A lady? Which lady?"
"I do not know her, and my discretion did not permit me to ask her."
Gontram, in spite of his impatience, laughed. He knew the janitor to be the most inquisitive person in the world, and judged his discretion accordingly.