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34 Featherston’s Story. his apartment was the nicest in the town for its size, as Mesdames saw, and it was in the best situation—and not a single sou would the worthy grocer abate. They were growing tired, then ; and five o’clock, the universal hour at Sainteville for the late dinner, was approaching. ‘*Come round to me after your dinner, and we will talk it over,” said Mary Cardiac, when they parted. ‘I will give you a cup of tea.” They dined at the table d’héte, which both of them thought charming, and then proceeded to the Rue Pomme Cuite. M. Cardiac was on the point of going out, to spend an hour at the Café Pillaud, but he put down his hat to wait awhile, out of respect to the ladies. They told him about not having found an apartment to suit them. ‘* Of course we have not looked in all parts of the town, only in the most likely ones,” said Madame Cardiac. ‘There are large apartments to be had, but no small ones. We can search again to- morrow.” “IT suppose there’s not a little house to be had cheap, if we cannot find an apartment ?” cried Miss Nancy, who was in love with sainteville and had set her heart upon stopping there. * Tiens,” quickly spoke M. Cardiac in French to his wife, *‘ there’s that petite maison rouge belonging to Madame Veuve Sauvage, in the Place Ronde. It is still to let: I saw the affiche in the shop window to-day. What do you think of it, Marie?” Madame Cardiac did not seem to know quite what to think. She looked at her husband, then at the eager faces of her two friends ; but she did not speak. About half-way down the Rue de Tessin, a busy street leading to the port, was a wide opening, giving on to the Place Ronde. The Place Ronde agreed with its name, for it was round, somewhat in form of a horseshoe. Some fifteen or sixteen substantial houses were built round it, each having a shop for its basement; and trees were scattered about, green and feathery, affording a slight though pleasant shelter from the hot sun in summer weather. The middle house at the bottom of the Place Ronde; exactly facing the opening from the Rue de Tessin, was a very conspicuous house indeed, inasmuch as it was painted red, whilst the other houses were white. All of them had green persienne shutters to the upper windows. The shop, a large one, belonging to this red house was that of the late Monsieur Jean Sauvage, “‘ Marchand de Vin en gros et en détail,” as the announcement over his door used to run in the later years of his life. But when Jean Sauvage com- menced business, in that same shop, it was only as a retail vendor. Casting about in his mind one day for some means by which his shop might be distinguished from other wine shops and attract customers, he hit upon the plan of painting the house red. No sooner thought of than done. A painter was called, who converted the white walls into a fiery vermilion, and stretched a board across COMIC OOOKS.CO