had pulled out his fife, and leading off the dance himself with the first note, set the fille de chambre, the maitre d'hôtel, the cook, the scullion, and all the household, dogs and cats, besides an old monkey, a-dancing: I suppose there never was a merrier kitchen since the Flood.

Madame de L- in passing from her brother's apartments to her own, hearing so much jollity below stairs, rung up her fille de chambre to ask about it; and hearing it was the English gentleman's servant who had set the whole house merry with his pipe, she ordered him up.

As the poor fellow could not present himself empty, he had loaded himself in going up stairs with a thousand compliments to Madame de L on the part of his master; added a long apocrypha of enquiries after Madame de L's health; told her that Monsieur his master was au désespoir for her re-establishment from the fatigues of her journey; and, to close all, that Monsieur had received the letter which Madame had done him the honour- "And he has done me

the honour," said Madame de L, interrupting La Fleur, "to send a billet in return?"

Madame de L- had said this with such a tone of reliance upon the fact, that La Fleur had not power to disappoint her expectations: he trembled for my honour; and possibly might not altogether be unconcerned for his own, as a man capable of being attached to a master who could be wanting en égards vis-à-vis d'une femme! so that when Madame de

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asked La Fleur if he had brought a letter,-“ O qu'oui!" said La Fleur: so, laying down his hat upon the ground, and taking hold of the flap of his right side pocket with his left hand, he began to search for the letter with his right; then contrariwise-"Diable!". then sought every pocket, pocket by pocket, round, not forgetting his fob "Peste!". then La Fleur emptied them upon the floorpulled out a dirty cravat-a handkerchief-comb-a whip lash

-a nightcap ;—then gave a peep into his hat- "Quelle étourderie!"-He had left the letter upon the table in the auberge; -he would run for it, and be back with it in three minutes.

I had just finished my supper when La Fleur came in to give me an account of his adventure: he told me the whole story simply as it was; and only added, that if Monsieur had forgot, par hasard, to answer Madame's letter, the arrangement gave him an opportunity to recover the faux pas; and if not, that things were only as they were.

Now, I was not altogether sure of my étiquette, whether I ought to have wrote or no; but if I had, a devil himself could not have been angry: 't was but the officious zeal of a well-meaning creature for my honour; and, however he might have mistook the road, or embarrassed me in so doing, his heart was in no fault: I was under no necessity to write; and, what weighed more than all, he did not look as if he had done amiss.

""Tis all very well, La Fleur," said I.-'T was sufficient. La Fleur flew out of the room like lightning, and returned with pen, ink, and paper, in his hand; and, coming up to the table, laid them close before me with such a delight in his countenance, that I could not help taking up the pen.

I began, and began again; and though I had nothing to say, and that nothing might have been expressed in half-adozen lines, I made half-a-dozen different beginnings, and could no way please myself.

In short, I was in no mood to write.

La Fleur stepped out, and brought a little water in a glass to dilute my ink; then fetched sand and sealing wax: it was all one; I wrote, and blotted, and tore off, and burned, and wrote again. "Le diable l'emporte !" said I half to myself; "I cannot write this self-same letter," throwing down the pen despairingly as I said it.

As soon as I had cast down my pen, La Fleur advanced with the most respectful carriage up to the table, and, making