Mademoiselle was scarcely convalescent when she went to the Exposition of paintings at the Louvre, of which she had heard nothing—­the doctor and Mme G——­ having, as she thought, avoided touching on a subject which might pain her.  She passed alone through the galleries, crowded with distinguished artists and elegantly-dressed ladies, saying to herself that perhaps her picture would have been as good as many which attracted the admiration of the crowd.  She was thus walking sadly on, looking at the spot where she had hoped to have seen her Anna Boleyn, when she found herself stopped by a group of artists.  They were unanimous in their praises.  ’This is the best portrait in the Exposition,’ said one.  ’A celebrated engraver is about to buy from the artist the right to engrave this portrait for the new edition of the author’s works,’ said another.  ’We are very fortunate in having so faithful a likeness of so distinguished a writer as M. G——.’

At this name Mlle d’Orbe raised her eyes, and recognised her own work!  Pale, trembling with emotion, the young artist was obliged to lean on the rail for support; then opening the catalogue, she read her name as if in a dream, and remained for some time to enjoy the pleasure of hearing the praises of her genius.

When the Exposition closed she hastened to Mme G——­, and heard that it was Dr Raymond who had conceived the happy idea of sending the portrait to the Louvre.  ’My only merit is the separating myself for a time from a picture which is my greatest consolation,’ added Mme G——.

From this day the young artist became the friend of the poor widow, whose prospects soon brightened.  Through the influence of some of the friends of her lost husband, she obtained a pension from government—­a merited but tardy reward!  The two ladies lived near each other, and spent their evenings together.  Henry and Jules played and studied together.  Marie read aloud, while her mother and Mlle d’Orbe worked.  Dr Raymond sometimes shared in this pleasant intercourse.  He had loved the young artist from the day he had seen her renounce so much to do a generous action; but, an orphan like herself, and with no fortune but his profession, he feared to be rejected if he offered her his hand.  It was therefore Mme G——­ who charged herself with pleading his suit with the young artist.

Mlle d’Orbe felt a lively gratitude towards the young doctor for the care and solicitude he had shewn during her illness, and for sending her portrait to the Exposition.  Thanks to him, she had become known; commissions arrived in numbers, a brilliant future opened before her and Jules.  Mme G——­ had, then, a favourable answer to give to her young friend, who soon became the husband of the interesting artist whose generous sacrifice had been the foundation of her happiness.

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