Would she have looked favourably upon her humble suitor ?--who can tell ?--for the feminine heart is past comprehension.

Unfortunately the letter did not reach her.

Being entirely taken up with great ladies, Leander overlooked their waiting-maids, and did not trouble himself to show them any attentions or gallantries--wherein he made a sad mistake--for if the pistoles he gave to Jeanne, with his precious epistle, had been supplemented by a few kisses and compliments, she would have taken far more pains to execute his commission.

As she held the letter carelessly in her hand, the marquis chanced to pass by, and asked her idly what she had got there.
"Oh! nothing much," she answered scornfully, "only a note from Mr.
Leander to Mme.

la Marquise." "From Leander?
that jackanapes who plays the lover in the Rodomontades of Captain Matamore?
What in the world can HE have to say to Mme.