de Lorcy.

"You come apropos.
Well ?" "Well! yes, madame, that is it," replied M.Langis; "and you see before you the most unhappy of men.

Why is your pond dry?
I want to fling myself into it head foremost." Mme.

de Lorcy laid down her embroidery, and crossed her arms.

"So you have returned ?" said she.
"Would to God I never had gone there! It is a land where poison is sold, and I have drunk of it." "Don't abuse metaphors.