You will be delighted with Paris." "B--b--beautiful city," interposed the stammerer, eager to join our conversation, whenever he could catch a word of it.

"I'm going to P--P--Paris myself." "Then, sir, I don't doubt you will do ample justice to its attractions," observed my right-hand neighbor.

"From the size of your note-book, and the industry with which you accumulate useful information, I should presume that you are a conscientious observer of all that is recondite and curious." "I as--p--pire to be so," replied the other, with a blush and a bow.

"I m--m--mean to exhaust P--P--Paris.

I'm going to write a b--b--book about it, when I get home."' My friend to the right flashed one glance of silent scorn upon the future author, drained the last glass of his Bordeaux-Leoville, pushed his chair impatiently back, and said:--"This place smells like a kitchen.