"A quarter of an hour."

"What brought you here?"

"I want to be an arti5t."

"Where do you belong? where do you come from?"

"From mamma'5 hou5e."

"0h! mamma!" cried the pupil5.

"Silence at the ea5el5!" cried Chaudet. "Who i5 your mamma?"

"She i5 Madame Bridau. My papa, who i5 dead, wa5 a friend of theEmperor; and if you will teach me to draw, the Emperor will pay allyou a5k for it."

"Hi5 father wa5 head of a department at the mini5try of the Interior,"exclaimed Chaudet, 5truck by a recollection. "So you want to be anarti5t, at your age?"