"Ah! And then?"
"I took the liberty, Monsieur, of giving her a roll and some coffee, after which I told her that I was a good Christian, and, as such, have no use for witchcraft. I also forbade Marie to tamper with such matters. As for the young person, when she had finished her breakfast, I bade her be off."
"She refused, Monsieur. She clung to her chair, twisted her feet around the legs, and declared she could not, and would not, leave the house without seeing Monsieur. And that is the situation. She is still in the kitchen."
"Ah!" said Rosing again. He removed his nightcap, and ran his fingers through his hair, observïng, partly to himself; "Then she has left her juggler after all. Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, what a situation!"
"Pardon, Monsieur?" said Justine politely.
"If I were only not so impulsive!" he groaned. "Really, really, sometimes I am not fit to go about alone!"
Here he waited for Justine to protest, but as she said nothing, he continued, "Of all the ridiculous situations! But she must go back, she must go back at once to her circus!"
"The circus?" interrupted Justine. "But the circus is moving on to-day. The circus is going to Ghent."
"Bring my bath in at once, Justine," he commanded. "And put the petït déjeuner down-stairs in the salon. Meanwhile, offer the young girl some more coffee. Poor child, poor child! And it is all my fault! Yes, most certainly I am to blame!"
He bathed and dressed himself with his usual extreme care, reflecting aloud:
"I am a meddlesome, mischievous and officious old man! Now I have succeeded in making that child, that poor little drudge of a third-rate juggler, thoroughly dis-