or a
love that should be true and pure, but which, ignorant of, or
ignoring his errors, should be content to care for him and
believe in him just as he was: such a love as his wife might,
perhaps, have given him in her single month of unconscious
happiness. It was a longing fitful, and not defined in words,
but a real sentiment all the same, not a sentimentality; and,
imperfect as it was in scope and tendency, it expressed the
best part of the man's nature. He despised it, and crushed it
down; but it lay latent, ready to be kindled by a touch.

And here was a small piece of womankind belonging to him, who
could upbraid by neither word nor look, who ran towards him
confidently, stretching out tiny hands to clutch at his
shining gold chain, and gazing up in his face with great brown
eyes, that recalled to him those of her dead mother, when she
had first known and learnt to love him. Had Madelon been a shy
plain child--had she hidden her face, and run from him
screaming to her nurse, as children are so wont to do, he
would then and there have paid the money he had brought with
him as the ostensible cause of his visit, and gone on his way,
thinking no more about her for another two years perhaps. But
Madelon had no thought of shyness with the tall fair handsome
man who had taken her fancy: she stood for a moment in the
pathway before him, balancing herself on tiptoe with uplifted
arms, confident in the hope of being taken up; and, as the
woman recognizing M. Linders, came forward and bade the child
run to Papa, with a sudden unaccustomed emotion of tenderness,
almost pathetic in such a man, he stooped down and raised her
in his arms.

As he travelled back to Paris that day, M. Linders formed a
plan which he lost no time in carrying, partially, at least,
into execution. During the next twelvemonth he spent much of
his time in Paris, and went frequently to see his mall
daughter, never without some gift to win her heart, till the
child came to regard his pocket as the inexhaustible source of
boundless surprises, in the shape of toys and cakes and
bonbons. It was not long before she was devoted to her father,
and, her nurse dying when she was a little more than three
years old, M. Linders resolved at once to carry out his idea,
and, instead of placing her with any one else, take possession
of her himself. He removed her accordingly from the country to
Paris, engaged a _bonne_, and henceforth Madelon accompanied him
where