"Let them be like 'Henri at Cahors,' and, my faith! you may read them all day to me." "No, I have in mind a happy refrain.

'Where are the belles of the balconies ?' This is the time of year when life awakens in the gardens.
Between four and five the ladies will come out upon the balconies and pass the time of day.

Some one will have discovered a new comfit, and word will go round that Mademoiselle So-and-So, who is a great lady, has fallen in love with a poor gentleman.

And lackeys will wander forth with scented notes of their mistresses, and many a gallant will furbish up his buckles.

Heigho! Where, indeed, are the belles of the balconies?
But, Major, I wish to thank you for the privileges which you have extended the Chevalier and myself." "Nonsense, my lad!" cried the good major.