Harry, Bella!" "Oh, pray let them stay with me." "I am so sorry to keep you waiting for dinner; my sister is not down yet.

Oh! here she is!" Bettina entered.

The same frock of white muslin, the same delicate mass of lace, the same red roses, the same grace, the same beauty, and the same smiling, amiable, candid manner.
"How do you do, Monsieur le Cure?
I am delighted to see you.

Have you pardoned my dreadful intrusion of the other day ?" Then, turning toward Jean and offering him her hand: "How do you do, Monsieur--Monsieur--Oh! I can not remember your name, and yet we seem to be already old friends, Monsieur--" "Jean Reynaud." "Jean Reynaud, that is it.

How do you do, Monsieur Reynaud?
I warn you faithfully that when we really are old friends--that is to say, in about a week--I shall call you Monsieur Jean.