Ah, Clotilde, I _cannot_ believe he is one of those Grandissimes!" "Well," replied the Huguenotte, "Doctor Keene says he is not." Doctor Charlie Keene, speaking from under the disguise of the Indian Queen, had indeed so said; but the Recording Angel, whom we understand to be particular about those things, had immediately made a memorandum of it to the debit of Doctor Keene's account.
"If I had believed that it was he," continued the whisperer, "I would have turned about and left him in the midst of the contra-dance!" Behind them sat unmasked a well-aged pair, "_bredouille_," as they used to say of the wall-flowers, with that look of blissful repose which marks the married and established Creole.

The lady in monk's attire turned about in her chair and leaned back to laugh with these.

The passing maskers looked that way, with a certain instinct that there was beauty under those two costumes.

As they did so, they saw the _Fille a la Cassette_ join in this over-shoulder conversation.

A moment later, they saw the old gentleman protector and the _Fille a la Cassette_ rising to the dance.