took a fashion journal which was lying on the dressing-table, and sat down on a sort of plush- covered stool. He asked:
" Is there a rebus in this number? "
" Yes, I think there is a rebus."
" Have you guessed it? "
" No, I have not guessed it."
" Ah ! ah ! let's have a look at it."
While Monsieur, with wrinkled brow, was ab- sorbed in the study of the rebus, Madame said, a little dryly:
' ' Then you notice nothing ? ' '
"No. What ? In this rebus ? ' '
She shrugged her shoulders, and pursed up her lips.
" It is not a question of the rebus. Then you notice nothing? Well, you never notice anything."
Monsieur surveyed the room from carpet to ceil- ing, from dressing-table to door, with an annoyed and a very round look, which was excessively comical.
' ' No, indeed ! What is it ? Is there anjrthing new here, then, that I have not noticed ? I see nothing, upon my word."
Madame became very sad, and she groaned:
" Robert, you no longer love me."
"What! I no longer love you! Indeed, that is putting it a little too st