"Madame se couche, No.

28." "Very well, good night," said I, closing the door hastily, and not liking the farther scrutiny of the fellow's eye, as he fastened it on me, as if to search what precise degree of relationship existed between myself and my fair friend, whom he had called "Madame" purposely to elicit an observation from me.

"Ten to one though," said I, as I undressed myself, "but they think she is my wife--how good--but again--ay, it is very possible, considering we are in France.

Numero vingt-huit, quite far enough from this part of the house I should suppose from my number,--that old gen-d'arme was a fine fellow--what strong attachment to Napoleon; and the story of the pope; I hope I may remember that.

Isabella, poor girl -- this adventure must really distress her--hope she is not crying over it -- what a devil of a hard bed--and it is not five feet long too--and, bless my soul, is this all by way of covering; why I shall be perished here.