It would be ridiculous, you know, to have a stout old codger, or a very ugly man, or even an awkward one, making declarations of love, and going down on their knees, and all that sort of thing--it would not do at all, Jeanne!" "No, madame, it would not be very nice," said the maid with a merry laugh, adding shrewdly, "and although it seems to make very little difference what husbands may be like, lovers should always be everything that is charming." "I confess that I have a weakness for those stage gallants," Mme.
la Marquise said with a little sigh, "they are so handsome, and so devoted--they always use such beautiful language, and make such graceful gestures--they are really irresistible.

I cannot help feeling vexed when their impassioned appeals are received coldly, and they are driven to despair, as so often happens in plays; I would like to call them to me and try to console them, the bewitching creatures!" "That is because madame has such a kind heart that she can't bear to see any one suffer without trying to help and comfort them," said the specious Jeanne.

"Now I am of quite a different mind--nothing I would like better than to flout a sentimental suitor; fine words would not gain any favour with me--I should distrust them." "Oh! you don't understand the matter, Jeanne! You have not read as many romances, or seen as many plays as I have.

Did you say that young actor was very handsome ?" "Mme.

la Marquise can judge for herself," answered the maid, who had gone to the window, "for he is just crossing the court this blessed minute, on his way to the orangery, where they are rigging up their theatre." Mme.