I was a Lutheran once at Bonn--dear Bonn!--charming Bonn!--where there were so many handsome students.

Every nice girl in our school had an admirer; they knew our hours for walking out, and almost always passed us on the promenade: 'Schoenes Maedchen,' we used to hear them say.

I was excessively happy at Bonn!" "And where are you now ?" I inquired.
"Oh! at--_chose_," said she.
Now, Miss Ginevra Fanshawe (such was this young person's name) only substituted this word "_chose_" in temporary oblivion of the real name.
It was a habit she had: "_chose_" came in at every turn in her conversation--the convenient substitute for any missing word in any language she might chance at the time to be speaking.

French girls often do the like; from them she had caught the custom.

"_Chose_," however, I found in this instance, stood for Villette--the great capital of the great kingdom of Labassecour.
"Do you like Villette ?" I asked.
"Pretty well.