I have been to the opera twice a week for the last eight years.

Whenever I ask for anything my mouth is stopped with that: Pray, madam, haven't you an opera box?
Could a woman of taste want more?
In the first place, my opera box was down in my contrat; they have to give it to me.

To-night, for instance, I should have preferred a thousand times to go to the Palais Royal.

But my husband won't go to the Palais Royal because the ladies of the court go there so much.

You may imagine, then, whether he would take me to Bullier's; he says it is a mere imitation--and a bad one--of what they do at the Princess Kleinfuss's.