dispute it; but there are certain little emoluments that the young lady has touched occasionally, which she may, perhaps, be less willing to dispense with, than with the vows that accompanied them. Besides, if I mistake not, it was only yesterday that I found you at her feet."
"I can't deny it," replied Querubin. "And moreover, I promised her a new shawl which I was to give her this morning."
"And here she comes to claim it," said Criquet. "I hear the pattering of her feet in the corridor."
"Open the door, mon ami, open the door, and we'll confess the whole affair to her with honour and candour," said the Marquis.
"Entrez donc, Ma'm'selle Dorothée," said Criquet, as he threw open the door, and admitted a pretty, arch-looking, black-eyed grisette, who walked into the room with all the consciousness of power in her step.
"Bon jour, Monsieur le Marquis," said Dorothée. "Comment cela va-t-il?"
"À ravir, mon amour—hem! that is Ma'm'selle Dorothée, I mean."
"Ha! ha!" thought Dorothée. "He's angry because I wouldn't let him have a kiss yes-
