I rise in the morning, ride to the Bois, thence to the club, go to the Bois again, and then back to the club.

If there is a first representation at any theatre, I wish to see it.

Thus, last evening they gave a new piece which was really exquisite.
There was a song in it, beginning: 'He was a woodpecker, A little woodpecker, A young woodpecker--' and the chorus imitated the cry of the woodpecker! Well, it was charming, and the whole of Paris will sing that song with delight for a year.

I also shall do like the whole of Paris, and I shall be happy." "Good heavens! my friend," laughed Lescande, "and that suffices you for happiness ?" "That and--the principles of 'eighty-nine," replied Camors, lighting a fresh cigar from the old one.
Here their dialogue was broken by the fresh voice of a woman calling from the blinds of the balcony-- "Is that you, Theodore ?" Camors raised his eyes and saw a white hand, resting on the slats of the blind, bathed in sunlight.
"That is my wife.

Conceal yourself!" cried Lescande, briskly; and he pushed Camors behind a clump of catalpas, as he turned to the balcony and lightly answered: "Yes, my dear; do you wish anything ?" "Maxime is with you ?" "Yes, mother.