"There are three hundred real soldiers in it, and they fire real cannon." "Not I! I have been to the Porte St.Martin, over and over again.

Emile knew one of the scene-painter's assistants, and used to get tickets two or three times a month." "Then it shall be the Opera Comique," said I, with a sigh.
"And on Tuesday evening next." "On Tuesday evening next." At this moment the piping and fiddling broke out afresh, and Josephine, who had scarcely taken the little telescope from her eye all the time, exclaimed that she saw the wedding party going through the market-place of the town.
"There they are--the musicians first; the bride and bridegroom next; and eight friends, all two and two! There will be a dance, depend on it! Let us go down to the town, and hear all about it! Perhaps they might invite us to join them--who knows ?" "But you would not dance before dinner ?" "_Eh, mon Dieu_! I would dance before breakfast, if I had the chance.
Come along.

If we do not make haste, we may miss them." I rose, feeling, and I daresay, looking, like a martyr; and we went down again into the town.
There we inquired of the first person who seemed likely to know--he was a dapper hairdresser, standing at his shop-door with his hands in his apron pockets and a comb behind his ear--and were told that the wedding-party had just passed through the village, on their way to the Chateau of Saint Aulaire.
"The Chateau of St.Aulaire!" said Josephine.

"What are they going to do there?
What is there to see ?" "It is an ancient mansion, Mademoiselle, much visited by strangers," replied the hairdresser with exceeding politeness.

"Worthy of Mademoiselle's distinguished attention--and Monsieur's.