You'll be surprised at my cold and dignified manner.

I shall draw myself proudly up, thus, and curtsying deeply, say, 'Monsieur, j'ai l'honneur de vous saluer.'" A laugh twice as mirthful as before interrupted her account of herself, while I could hear the tones of her friend evidently in expostulation.
[Illustration: O'MALLEY FOLLOWING THE CUSTOM OF HIS COUNTRY.] "Well, then, to be sure, you are provoking, but you really promise to follow me.

Be it so; then give me that moss-rose.

How you have fluttered me; now for it!" So saying, I heard her foot upon the gravel, and the next instant upon the marble step of the door.

There is something in expectation that sets the heart beating, and mine throbbed against my side.