THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY it ten minutes with the back of my hand resting upon her lap looking sometimes at the purse, sometimes on one side of it. A stitch or two had broke out in the gathers of my stock the fair fille de chambre, without saying a word, took out her little housewife, threaded a small needle, and sew'd it up- I foresaw it would hazard the glory of the day; and as she pass'd her hand in silence across and across my neck in the manœuvre, I felt the laurels shake which fancy had wreath'd about my head. up her foot A strap had given way in her walk, and the buckle of her shoe was just falling off See, said the fille de chambre, holding I could not from my soul but fasten the buckle in return, and putting in the strap- and lifting up the other foot with it, when I had done, to see both were right in doing it too suddenly it unavoidably threw the fair fille de chambre off her centre then and |