Good-night." "Good-night." "Well," thought the young man, as he tramped back to the hotel.
"I've opened the campaign, and made, I believe, a favorable impression.

But what a pack of lies I have had to tell, to be sure! The old lady came near catching me once or twice, particularly about the color of my hair.

It was a lucky thought, that about the French barber.

It deceived the poor old soul.

I don't think she could ever have been very handsome.