Poèmes . avait abîmé, et jetaient par dans un animal.une demi-douzaine de neckcloths blanc, et cherché le nonceTwenty fois dans le verre, s'il a regardé dans le passé.Je crois qu'il se sépare, en les attirant sur.3 paire de gants de lavande pâle, une par une.Et c'est la raison pour laquelle, sans aucun doute, qu'au dernier.Quand il atteint le Casino, bien qu'il marchait vite, il a entendu, comme il est entré à la hâte la porte.L'église-réveil grève douze. XXVII. La dernière valse vient d'OER. Les chaperons et les danseurs étaient tous excités. La foule a bloqué la porte : et une buzzand un mutter parcoururent la pièce comme un jeune homme, dont le visage

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Poems . had spoiled, and flung by in a pet.Half a dozen white neckcloths, and looked for the nonceTwenty times in the glass, if he looked in it once.I believe that he split up, in drawing them on.Three pair of pale lavender gloves, one by one.And this is the reason, no doubt, that at last.When he reached the Casino, although he walked fast, He heard, as he hurriedly entered the door.The church-clock strike Twelve. XXVII. The last waltz was just oer. The chaperons and dancers were all in aflutter. A crowd blocked the door : and a buzzand a mutter Went about in the room as a young man, whose face Lord Alfred had seen ere he entered thatplace. But a few hours ago, through the per-fumed and warm Flowery porch, with a lady that leanedon his arm Like a queen in a fable of old fairy days. Left the ballroom. The hubbub of comment and praiseReached Lord Alfred as just then heentered. Ma foi ! Said a Frenchman beside him, . . That lucky LuvoisHas obtained all the gifts of the gods, . rank and wealth, . ? The last waltz was just oer. LUCILE. 29 And good looks, and then such inex-haustible health !He that hath shall have more ; and this truth, I surmise, I%the cause why, to-night, by the beauti-ful eyesOf ^a charm ante Lucile more distinguished than all.He so gayly goes off with the belle of the ball.Is it true, asked a lad}^, aggressively fat.Who, tierce as a female Leviathan, satBy another that looked like a needle, all steelAnd tenuitv, — Luvois will marry Lu-cile ?The needle seemed jerked by a virulent twitch.As though it were bent upon driving a stitchThrough somebodys character. Madam, replied, Interposing, a young man who sat by their side, And was languidly fanning his face with his hat, I am ready to bet my new Tilbury that.If Luvois has proposed, the Conitesse has refused.The fat and thin ladies were highly amused.Refused! . . what! a young Duke, not thirty, my dear.With at least half a million (wliat is it ?) a year!That may be, said the third ; yet I know some time sinc

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