"I think I have it here," searching hurriedly through his numerous pockets. "Ah! no; but I shall send it to you."
"Why not bring it, M. Lacroix?"
"May I?"
"Yes. I shall be very pleased to see you as well as the letter," said mademoiselle, smiling graciously. "I am always at home at five o'clock. You know my address, number 17, The Grove, Highgate."
"Thanks, I will come to-morrow, with your permission. My time in London, you know, is very short, for I sail for Canada the first week of next month."
"Indeed, so soon? How I envy you. I am sorry you are going, though. Good-bye for the present, I must go back to Lady D——. Remember, five o'clock to-morrow."
"Au revoir, mademoiselle. I shall see you to-morrow."
Mademoiselle Laurentia had not left him many moments before the president crossed the room to where he was standing, and said in a cordial tone:
"My dear Lacroix, I am happy to tell you that the prince has bought your picture."
"'The Pilgrimage,' do you mean?"