Dear me! the snuff-box of King Clovis! I must see these relics to-morrow." "Be sure you ask for the great toe of St.Helena," said my right hand companion, proceeding imperturbably with his dinner.

"The saint had but one leg at the period of her martyrdom, and that great toe is unique." "G--g--good gracious!" exclaimed the tourist, pulling out a gigantic note-book, and entering the fact upon the spot.

"A saint with one leg--and a lady, too! Wouldn't m--m--miss that for the world!" I looked round, puzzled by the gravity of my new acquaintance.
"Is this all true ?" I whispered.

"You told me the treasury was a humbug." "And so it is." "But the snuff-box of Clovis, and...." "Pure inventions! The man's a muff, and on muffs I have no mercy.

Do you stay long in Rouen ?" "No, I go on to Paris to-morrow.