Moreover, he would put himself out to visit them on the most trivial

occasions, and Nana, who was always trembling at the fear of death,

would send and fetch him two or three times a week and would

anxiously confide to him little infantile ills which he would cure

to an accompaniment of amusing gossip and harebrained anecdotes.

The ladies all adored him. But this time the little ill was

Muffat withdrew, deeply moved. Seeing his poor Nana so very weak,

his sole feeling was now one of tenderness. As he was leaving the