All the rest of that day went by in a kind of agreeable delirium.  I walked about, almost without knowledge where I went.  I talked, without exactly knowing what I said.  I have some recollection of marching to and fro among the side-alleys of the Bois de Boulogne, which at that time was really a woody park, and not a pleasure-garden—­of lying under a tree, and listening to the birds overhead, and indulging myself in some idiotic romance about love, and solitude, and Madame de Marignan—­of wandering into a restaurant somewhere about seven o’clock, and sitting down to a dinner for which I had no appetite—­of going back, sometime during the evening, to the Rue Castellane, and walking to and fro on the opposite side of the way, looking up for ever so long at the darkened windows where my divinity did not show herself—­of coming back to my lodgings, weary, dusty, and not a bit more sober, somewhere about eleven o’clock at night, driven to-bed by sheer fatigue, and, even then, too much in love to go to sleep!

The next day I went through my duties at Dr. Cheron’s, and attended an afternoon lecture at the hospital; but mechanically, like one dreaming.  In the evening I presented myself at the Opera, where Madame de Marignan received me very graciously, and deigned to accept a superb bouquet for which I had paid sixteen francs.  I found her surrounded by elegant men, who looked upon me as nobody, and treated me accordingly.  Driven to the back of the box where I could neither speak to her, nor see the stage, nor achieve even a glimpse of the house, I spent an evening which certainly fell short of my anticipations.  I had, however, the gratification of seeing my bouquet thrown to Grisi at the end of the second act, and was permitted the privilege of going in search of Madame de Marignan’s carriage, while somebody else handed her downstairs, and assisted her with her cloak.  A whispered word of thanks, a tiny pressure of the hand, and the words “come early to-morrow,” compensated me, nevertheless, for every disappointment, and sent me home as blindly happy as ever.

The next day I called upon her, according to command, and was transported to the seventh heaven by receiving permission to accompany her to a morning concert, whereby I missed two lectures, and spent ten francs.

On the Sunday, having hired a good horse for the occasion, I had the honor of riding beside her carriage till some better-mounted acquaintance came to usurp my place and her attention; after which I was forced to drop behind and bear the eclipse of my glory as philosophically as I could.