The face and
golden hair reminded him of his wife, and he thought how pretty Alice
would look in the hat that was upon the head of the figure. His first
inclination was to go in and buy it, then he thought that it would make
an unhandy package to carry with him, and besides his taste might not be
appreciated.
Thinking, however, that he might return and purchase it, he glanced up
at the sign. One look and he gave a sudden start backward, coming
violently in contact with a gentleman who was passing. Quincy's apology
was accepted and the gentleman passed on, giving his right shoulder an
occasional pressure to make sure that it was not dislocated. Then Quincy
took another look at the sign to make sure that he had not been
mistaken. On it he read, in large golden letters, "Mdme. Archimbault."
It was but the work of an instant for Quincy to enter the store and
approach the only attendant, who was behind the counter nearest the
door.
"Could I see Mdme. Archimbault?" he inquired in the politest possible
manner.
"Ze madame eez seeck zis morning, monsieur, mais ze Mademoiselle Celeste
eez in ze boudoir.
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