It will be like caviar to the appetite.
I shall dine before the effect wears off." The Chevalier put on his hat and cloak, and took a final look in the Venetian mirror.

"Don't wait for me, lad; I shall be late.

Perhaps to-night I shall learn her name." Breton smiled discreetly as his master left the room.

Between a Catharine of the millinery and a mysterious lady of fashion there was no inconsiderable difference..