I pictured her to myself in the graceful Greek robe, with a chalice in her hand and her temples crowned with flowers.

What a delicious Phryne! And what a happy fellow Praxiteles must have been! "It was a privilege, Mademoiselle, to be allowed to see you in so charming a costume," I said, pressing her hand tenderly.

"I envy that artist from the bottom of my heart." Mademoiselle Josephine smiled, and returned the pressure.
"One might borrow it," said she, "for the Bal de l'Opera." "Ah, Mademoiselle, if I dared only aspire to the honor of conducting you!" "_Dame_! it is nearly four months to come!" "True, but in the meantime, Mademoiselle----" "In the meantime," said the fair Josephine, anticipating my hopes with all the unembarrassed straightforwardness imaginable, "I shall be delighted to improve M'sieur's acquaintance." "Mademoiselle, you make me happy!" "Besides, M'sieur is an Englishman, and I like the English so much!" "I am delighted to hear it, Mademoiselle.

I hope I shall never give you cause to alter your opinion." "Last galop before supper!" shouted Monsieur Jules through, a brass speaking-trumpet, in order to make use of which he was obliged to hold up his nose with one hand.

"Gentlemen, choose your partners.