Keep your _brevet_; Mademoiselle de la Valliere shall be a maid of honor." "Is that true ?" "Quite true." "I may then hope to go to Paris ?" "Depend on it." "Oh! Monsieur Malicorne, what joy!" cried Louise, clapping her hands, and bounding with pleasure.
"Little dissembler!" said Montalais, "try again to make me believe you are not in love with Raoul." Louise blushed like a rose in June, but instead of replying, she ran and embraced her mother.

"Madame," said she, "do you know that M.Malicorne is going to have me appointed maid of honor ?" "M.

Malicorne is a prince in disguise," replied the old lady, "he is all-powerful, seemingly." "Should you also like to be a maid of honor ?" asked Malicorne of Madame de Saint-Remy.

"Whilst I am about it, I might as well get everybody appointed." And upon that he went away, leaving the poor lady quite disconcerted.
"Humph!" murmured Malicorne as he descended the stairs,--"Humph! there goes another note of a thousand livres! but I must get through as well as I can; my friend Manicamp does nothing for nothing.".