The two girls of the twilight recurred to his mind.
"Poor mothers!" he thought.
"There is one thing sadder than to see one''s children die; it is to see them leading an evil life."
Then those shadows which had varied his melancholy vanished from his thoughts, and he fell back once more into his habitual preoccupations.
He fell to thinking once more of his six months of love and happiness in the open air and the broad daylight, beneath the beautiful trees of Luxembourg.
"How gloomy my life has become!" he said to himself.
"Young girls are always appearing to me, only formerly they were angels and now they are ghouls."
BOOK EIGHTH.--THE WICKED POOR MAN
CHAPTER III
QUADRIFRONS
That evening, as he was undressing preparatory to going to bed, his hand came in contact, in the pocket of his coat, with the packet which he had picked up on the boulevard.
He had forgotten it. He thought that it would be well to open it, and that this package might possibly contain the address of the young girls, if it really belonged to them, and, in any case, the information necessary to a restitution to the person who had lost it.
He opened the envelope.
It was not sealed and contained four letters, also unsealed.④本④作④品④由④思④兔④在④線④閱④讀④網④友④整④理④上④傳④