The handsome shepherd must be sure to have fallen asleep ere Diana appears, so as not to shock the modesty of the immortal goddess--who will come without her cortege of nymphs, wrapped in a cloud and devoid of her silvery radiance." We will leave to the reader's imagination the delirious joy that filled to overflowing the foolish heart of the susceptible Leander, who was fooled to the top of his bent, when he read this precious note, which exceeded his wildest hopes.

He immediately began his preparations to play the part of Endymion--poured a whole bottle of perfume upon his hair and hands, chewed a flower of mace to make his breath sweet, twisted his glossy curls daintily round his white fingers--though not a hair was awry--and then waited impatiently for the moment when he should set forth to seek the rendezvous at the foot of the statue of silent love--where we left him anxiously awaiting the arrival of his goddess.
He shivered nervously from excitement, and the penetrating chilliness of the damp night air, as he stood motionless at the appointed spot.

He trembled at the falling of a leaf--the crackling of the gravel under his feet whenever he moved them sounded so loud in his ears that he felt sure it would be heard at the chateau.

The mysterious darkness of the wood filled him with awe, and the great, black trees seemed like terrible genii, threatening him.

The poor wretch was not exactly frightened, but not very far from it.Mme.la Marquise was tardy--Diana was leaving her faithful Endymion too long cooling his heels in the heavy night dew.