Eulalie raised her unmoved eye to mine, and seemed to expect, passively but securely, an impromptu tribute to her majestic charms.

Hortense regarded me boldly, and giggled at the same time, while she said, with an air of impudent freedom-- "Dictez-nous quelquechose de facile pour commencer, monsieur." Caroline shook her loose ringlets of abundant but somewhat coarse hair over her rolling black eyes; parting her lips, as full as those of a hot-blooded Maroon, she showed her well-set teeth sparkling between them, and treated me at the same time to a smile "de sa facon." Beautiful as Pauline Borghese, she looked at the moment scarcely purer than Lucrece de Borgia.

Caroline was of noble family.

I heard her lady-mother's character afterwards, and then I ceased to wonder at the precocious accomplishments of the daughter.

These three, I at once saw, deemed themselves the queens of the school, and conceived that by their splendour they threw all the rest into the shade.