Oh, how nice it is, Monsieur Basil, to look through a telescope!" "Do me the favor, _ma belle_, to accept it--for my sake," said I, thankful to find her so easily entertained.

I was lying in a shady angle of old wall, puffing away at a cigar, with my hat over my eyes, and the soles of my boots levelled at the view.

It is difficult to smoke and make love at the same time; and I preferred the tobacco.
Josephine was enchanted, and thanked me in a thousand pretty, foolish phrases.

She declared she saw ever so much farther and clearer with the glass, now that it was her own.

She looked at me through it, and insisted that I should look at her.