The first was, that the trout of Albula were incomparable, the second that the stranger seated opposite her had a remarkably handsome head, and was altogether a fine-looking man.

Several times, with fork halfway to mouth, and nose in the air, she had forgotten herself in her scrutiny of him.
Antoinette, rather weary, had retired early to her chamber.

Mlle.
Moiseney repaired thither to see if she needed anything, and, as she was about leaving her for the night, candle in hand, she suddenly inquired, "Do not you think, as I do, that this stranger is a remarkable-looking person ?" "Of whom do you speak ?" rejoined Antoinette.
"Why, of the traveller who sat opposite me." "I confess that I scarcely looked at him." "Indeed! He has superb eyes, nearly green, with fawn-coloured tinting." "Most astonishing! And his hair, is it green also ?" "Chestnut brown, almost hazel." "Pray be more exact; is it hazel or not ?" "You need not laugh at me--his whole appearance is striking, his figure singular, but full of character, full of expression, and as handsome as singular." "What enthusiasm! It seemed to me, so far as I noticed, that he was inclined to stoop, and that his head was very badly poised." "What do you say ?" cried Mlle.

Moiseney, greatly scandalized.

"How came you to think his head badly poised ?" "There--there! Don't let us quarrel about it; I am ready to retract.
Good-night, mademoiselle.