The devil fly away with that naughty marquis who must needs go and rob us of our paragon of waiting-maids." Just at this point they were interrupted by the noise of an arrival, and leaning out of the window saw three fine mules, richly caparisoned in the gay Spanish fashion, entering the court, with a great jingling of bells and clattering of hoofs.

On the first one was mounted a lackey in gray livery, and well armed, who led by a long strap a second mule heavily laden with baggage, and on the third was a young woman, wrapped in a large cloak trimmed with fur, and with her hat, a gray felt with a scarlet feather, drawn down over her eyes, so as to conceal her face from the two interested spectators at the window above.
"I say, Herode," exclaimed the pedant, "doesn't all this remind you of something?
It seems to me this is not the first time we have heard the jingling of those bells, eh ?" "By Saint Alipantin!" cried the tyrant, joyfully, "these are the very mules that carried Zerbine off so mysteriously.

Speak of a wolf--" "And you will hear the rustling of his wings," interrupted Blazius, with a peal of laughter.

"Oh! thrice happy day!--day to be marked with white!--for this is really Mlle.

Zerbine in person.