I am a little critical, so far as music is concerned, and you have two sopranos outside who deafen me with their shrieks." "It is Marguerite Mottet and her sister.

Since our cure has taken to teaching them, they bore us to death, coming here and singing their fine songs.

One of these days I shall notify them to leave." As she said these words, Madame Gobillot went to close the door in order to please her guest; as soon as her back was turned, the latter leaned forward with the boldness of a Lovelace and imprinted a very loving kiss upon the rosy cheek of Mademoiselle Reine, who never thought of drawing back until the offence was committed.
The sole witness to this incident was the little kitchen drudge, whose blue eyes had been fastened upon the artist's moustache and beard for some time.

They seemed to plunge him into a deep admiration.

But at this unexpected event his amazement was so complete that he dropped his spoon into the ashes.
"Eh! mein herr, do you wish to go to bed without your supper, as has been promised you ?" said the young man, while the beautiful Reine was trying to recover her countenance.