Encouraged by love, Little worked hard upon his new flying-machine.

His labors were lightened by talking of the beloved one with her French maid Therese, whom he had discreetly bribed.

Mademoiselle Therese was venal, like all her class, but in this instance I fear she was not bribed by British gold.

Strange as it may seem to the British mind, it was British genius, British eloquence, British thought, that brought her to the feet of this young savan.
"I believe," said Lady Caroline, one day, interrupting her maid in a glowing eulogium upon the skill of "M.

Leetell,"-- "I believe you are in love with this Professor." A quick flush crossed the olive cheek of Therese, which Lady Caroline afterward remembered.
The eventful day of trial came.