I remember your trying to see a freckle through the rouge; but the truth is, I am of a supernatural paleness if I do not rouge, so I do.

You understand, therefore, I have a false complexion.

Now to business.' 'If your ladyship insists on calling it business.

I have little to offer--myself!' 'You have a gentlemanly residence.' 'It is, my lady, it is.

It is a bijou.' 'Ah!' Lady Camper sighed dejectedly.
'It is a perfect bijou!' 'Oblige me, General, by not pronouncing the French word as if you were swearing by something in English, like a trooper.' General Ople started, admitted that the word was French, and apologized for his pronunciation.