"You see," said the hostess, as she led us through the little alleys, and made us pause at the minute alcoves--"nothing can be more complete; we have a perfect little paradise of flowers, and a little world of our own; we have no occasion to go out to be amused, for, let us throw open our _jalousies_ in our _salon_ at the corner of this tower, and we see all the world without being seen; when we shut it we are in solitude, and what can we require beyond?
My little son," she continued, pointing to the other object of her care, who was seated beside a pretty little girl, tuning a small instrument, "occupies himself with his violin, and he can touch the guitar prettily, also; he is now playing to a _petite voisine_ who often comes to keep him company: he has considerable parts, and is well advanced in his Latin.

We let our large house to M.le Cure, and live in the small one at the other end of our garden; it is large enough for us, and nothing can be so convenient." While she continued to converse, setting forth the advantages of her position, the _bon garcon_ of a husband, who seemed second in command, followed with assenting smiles.

I asked if he smoked in his little summer-house sometimes, but saw that my question was _mal-a-propos_, for his wife replied quickly, that he had not that bad habit, and, indeed, would not endure smoking any more than herself.

He looked somewhat slily as he remarked, that since he had left the army he had never _indulged_ in it.
We returned to our inn laden with bouquets, forced upon us by these happy, hospitable people, whose content, and the beauty of their little garden, so like numerous others in charming Saumur, confirmed our notion of its being the most agreeable place in France to live at.
The evening was oppressively hot, and we walked on the fine bridge, hoping to meet a breeze.

The shallow river was like glass, so transparent, that every pebble seemed clearly defined at the bottom.
Sunset made the sky one sheet of ruby colour, and the stars, rising in great splendour, shone with dazzling brilliancy; the deep purple of the glowing night which succeeded was like sapphire, every building, every tower, every hill, was mirrored in the waters, and the spires of every church threw their delicate lines along the still expanse.