Alphonse set the tray down with his usual artistic nourish, and produced a small note from his vest-pocket.
"For mademoiselle," he said with a bow; and as he handed it to me, his eyes opened wide in surprise.

He, too, perceived the change in my appearance.

But he was dignity itself, and instantly suppressed his astonishment into the polite impassiveness of a truly accomplished waiter, and gliding from the room on the points of his toes, as was his usual custom, he disappeared.

The note was from Cellini, and ran as follows: "If mademoiselle will be so good as to refrain from choosing any flowers for her toilette this evening, she will confer a favour on her humble friend and servant, "RAFFAELLO CELLINI." I handed it to Amy, who was evidently burning with inquisitiveness to know its contents.
"Didn't I say he was a queer young man ?" she exclaimed, as she perused the missive attentively.

"This is only his way of saying that he means to send you some flowers himself.