leading her towards Guillaume. The story began and ended with Guillaume. Guillaume was its sole hero.
"It will come to-morrow," she said, each day, with the fixed intention of sending the letter, the moment she received it, to Mme. de la Vaudraye.
The morning came and the afternoon and brought no letter. She felt not the least disappointment:
"It will come to-morrow," she thought, all a-quiver with hope.
The postman became a person of importance in her eyes, a gentleman worth considering. She shot her prettiest smiles at him, as though she were trying to win his confidence and to persuade him that he must have a letter for her in his bag.
Adèle was enraptured:
"Oh, ma'am, you're becoming as you used to be! And high time too! Yes, I was growing uneasy at seeing you always sad, taking no interest in things and looking so
