that heart she had broken - whether he kept them in a scent-vial, and conserved them in otto of roses? I observed, too, with a deep rapture of approbation, that the colonel's hands were scarce larger than Miss Fanshawe's own, and suggested that this circumstance might be convenient, as he could wear her gloves at a pinch. On his dear curls, I told her I doated; and as to his low, Grecian brow, and exquisite classic head-piece, I confessed I had no language to do such perfections justice. »And if he were your lover?« suggested the cruelly exultant Ginevra. »Oh! heavens, what bliss!« said I; »but do not be inhuman, Miss Fanshawe: to put such thoughts into my head is like showing poor outcast Cain a far glimpse of Paradise.« »You like him then?« »As I like sweets, and jams, and comfits, and conservatory flowers.« Ginevra admired my taste, for all these things were her adoration; she could then readily credit that they were mine too. »Now for Isidore,« I went on. I own I felt still more curious to see him than his rival; but Ginevra was absorbed in the latter. »Alfred was admitted here to-night,« said she, »through the influence of his aunt, Madame la Baronne de Dorlodot; and now, having seen him, can you not understand why I have been in such spirits all the evening, and acted so well and danced with such life, and why I am now happy as a queen? Dieu! Dieu! It was such good fun to glance first at him and then at the other, and madden them both.« »But that other - where is he? Show me Isidore.« »I don't like.« »Why not?« »I am ashamed of him.« »For what reason?« »Because - because« (in a whisper) »he has such - such whiskers, orange - red - there now!« »The murder is out,« I subjoined. »Never mind, show him, all the same; I engage not to faint.« She looked round. Just then an English voice spoke behind her and me. »You are both standing in a draught; you must leave this corridor.« »There is no draught, Dr. John,« said I turning. »She takes cold so easily,« he pursued, looking at Ginevra with extreme kindness