She married, some twelve years ago, an Englishman, a member of the diplomatic corps, Lord A----, a personage equally handsome and impassive as herself.

He addresses at intervals to his wife an English monosyllable, to which the latter replies imperturbably with a French monosyllable.

Nevertheless, three little lords, worthy the pencil of Lawrence, who strut majestically around this Olympian couple, attest between the two nations a secret intelligence which escapes the vulgar observer.
A scarcely less remarkable couple comes over to us daily from a neighboring chateau.

The husband is one Monsiuer de Breuilly, formerly an officer in King Charles X's body-guards, and a bosom friend of the marquis.

He is a very lively old man, still quite fine-looking, and wearing over close-cropped gray hair a hat too small for his head.