"Oh, that's good! I'm going to shirk him, when it comes to going behind the scenes." "No, no, dearest," she entreated.

"Snubbing will only make it worse.

We must stand it to the bitter end, now." The curtain rose upon another laurelled bust of the Emperor, with a chorus of men formed on either side, who broke into the grave and noble strains of the Austrian Hymn, while every one stood.

Then the curtain fell again, and in the interval before the opera could begin, General Triscoe and his daughter came in.
Mrs.March took the splendor in which the girl appeared as a tribute to her hospitality.

She had hitherto been a little disappointed of the open homage to American girlhood which her readings of international romance had taught her to expect in Europe, but now her patriotic vanity feasted full.