"If you say another word about oysters, you shall not ride in the _manege_ to-night." Phillippe thrust his fists into his eyes and began to roar--so we walked away.
In an arbor, a little further on, we saw two young people whispering earnestly, and conscious of no eyes but each other's.
"A pair of lovers," said Sullivan.
"And a pair that seldom get the chance of meeting, if we may judge by their untasted omelette," replied Dalrymple.

"But where's the bridal party ?" "Oh, we shall find them presently.

You seem interested." "I am.

I mean to dance with the bride and make the bridegroom jealous." We laughed and passed on, peeping into every arbor, observing every group, and turning to stare at every pretty girl we met.

My own aptitude in the acquisition of these arts of gallantry astonished myself.