René Bazin, The Ink-Stain (Tache d'encre)…
“ She puffed and panted and sighed: ‘Dear Monsieur Mouillard! How unlucky we are, Madame Menin; we have just come to Paris as he has gone to Italy. My husband and I would have liked so much to see him! You may think it fanciful, but I should like above all things to look round his rooms. A student’s rooms must be so interesting. Stay there, Berthe, my child.’ I told them there was nothing very interesting, and that their daughter might just as well come in too, and then I showed them everything. ”
