Conscience -- Volume 3

is course, he would not be easy until he had destroyed all traces of himself in such a way that Mad

aped the photograph mania. Once only he had been photographed in spite of him

and beard that he wished to suppress, might be discovered. Without doubt there were few chances that a copy of it would be seen

he sent to his mother, who was living at that time; another went to the priest of his village, and later he h

elonging to Phillis. But it would be easy for him to get it again on inve

aps had some of the photographs, and who undoubtedly prese

im uneasy; he had not given his name, and counting on the change made by the cutting of his hair and beard,

er who is about to accost another, when the photographer came to

is worth the pleasure of your visit to

ognize m

Certainly it changes you and gives you a new physiognomy; but I should be unworthy

rs are not forgotten; they are

fidence was only a new imprudence, as the ques

, this shaved head, and still more interesting, I think, than with th

ortrait that I have co

any of th

y case, if you wish some they are e

this morning I found such changes between my face of to-day and that of three years ago, that I would like to study the

e by an assistant led to no r

a distinguished place in the shop-windows and collections. Every one talks of your 'concours'. Although I have abandoned medicine without the wish to retu

e n

us arrange

d by the beard has a crude whiteness that will accentuate the hardness of my physiognomy, which is rea

do you want of yo

wil

send you

hem when I come to pose. But in the mea

ing e

s by the two opposite corners, in order not to efface the portrait. Then, as he was standing in the shad

od," he said;

h can have this d

marble hearth he stopped, looking alternately at the plate which he held carefully in his hands, and at his face reflected in the glass. Su

wkward

t leave the smallest doubt in the p

you have given away," his friend said

try and

his experience, weakened by the fact that this old friend was a photographer. With him it was a matter of business to note the typical

s Madame Cormier. He knew at this hour she would be alone, and as she had not been, assuredly, warned by her dau

zed; but as the hall was dark this was not of great significance. His hat in his hand, he foll

im a moment, with uneasy surpri

! How stupid of me not to recognize you; it

m shaved that I co

ak quickly; we should be so

give me, if she has it, a photograp

ly, in order to have it always before her, she had asked for

do not know the place that all your goodness, and the service

s the photograph. Saniel took it out, on explaining the study for which he w

other, it was decisive enough to inspire him with confidence. If Madame Cormier, who had seen him so often and for so long a time, and who thought of him at every instant,

tony of a bourgeois existence, that it would experience shocks and storms, but that if he

nfirming the success of the first, had given him the two titles that he so ardently desired and pursued a

n his strong hands, a

head high, jostling those who annoyed hi

an hour, and his experiments followed for so many years had at length produced important results, that prudence alone prevented him from publishing. In opposition to the official teaching of the school, these discoveries would have caused the hair to stand upright on the old heads; and it was n