CHAPTER V.
“Love Knoweth No Laws.”
Before twelve o’clock next day he had bought a box of colours, paintbrushes, and an easel. Pellerin consented to give him lessons, and Frederick brought him to his lodgings to see whether anything was wanting among his painting utensils.
Deslauriers had come back, and the second armchair was occupied by a young man. The clerk said, pointing towards him:
“’Tis he! There he is! Sénécal!” Frederick disliked this young man. His forehead was heightened by the way in which he wore his hair, cut straight like a brush. There was a certain hard, cold look in his grey eyes; and his long black coat, his entire costume, savoured of the pedagogue and the ecclesiastic.
They first discussed topics of the hour, amongst others the Stabat of Rossini. Sénécal, in answe
