Nothing, however, could exceed the luxury, the felicity and the good company of those memorable three months _chez l'Avenue de Courcelles, Pare Monceau_.
We never tried a _pension_ again.

We chose a delightful hotel in the Rue de Castiglione off the Rue de Rivoli, and remained there as fixtures until we were reckoned the oldest inhabitants.

But we never deserted the dear old Boeuf a la Mode, which we lived to see one of the most flourishing and popular places in Paris.
II In the old days there was a little hotel on the Rue Dannou, midway between the Rue de la Paix and what later along became the Avenue de l'Opera, called the Hotel d'Orient.

It was conducted by a certain Madame Hougenin, whose family had held the lease for more than a hundred years, and was typical of what the comfort-seeking visitor, somewhat initiate, might find before the modern tourist onrush overflowed all bounds and effaced the ancient landmarks--or should I say townmarks ?--making a resort instead of a home of the gay French capital.

The d'Orient was delightfully comfortable and fabulously cheap.
The wayfarer entered a darksome passage that led to an inner court.
There were on the four sides of this seven or eight stories pierced by many windows.